Flying Smiles

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Exhausted I sit, letting my arms fall into the deepest fatigue, stretching those heavy legs now unable to sustain my own clumsy body. My mind, equally tired, takes a rest, stops wondering about flying pigs and is finally feeling released.
 
Everything is silent while a soft guitar melody plays inside my head. Now the imagined world vanishes for a second, for a minute ... forever.
 
I smile for my broken life and ...
 
 
...well, this could be how it happened.

Flying Smiles.

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