The white bird flew into the setting sun, melted into the orange and the red and the purple, sunk into the sea, vanished into the blue.
And then her cry echoed from the sky.
The white bird flew into the setting sun, melted into the orange and the red and the purple, sunk into the sea, vanished into the blue.
And then her cry echoed from the sky.
Once upon a time all the twinkling lights in the midnight sky were stars. And then she was told that some are satellites.
She went on believing that they are all stars.