When I think about it, I imagine those beautiful birds that the sky harbors with attention and pride.
Occasionally hundreds of birds come to my mind, furrowing my mind as if my own thoughts migrated from my brain somewhere, somehow I imagine the impossibility of this, since such birds are white and graceful swans.
Now that I think about it ... Do Swans Fly? Maybe, but I'm not interested in finding out right now. Even so, I think that the cause of this sudden fading of ideas is perfectly what I think
I hear very exaggerated with that, I'm sorry, just let my mind wander, I think it would be best to teach my story, because they probably do not understand anything if I do not do this.
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Sora: Look Mom! -Building a Snowman-
Mother: Ohh! Nice snowman Sora, you will surely be a great sculptor. -Laughing lightly-
Sora: But Mom... You know I like to draw, I do not make snowmen, besides there's always snow in winter, I hope it's always winter -Thinking Out Loud-
Mother: Ah, I understand, that's very interesting Sora. -she says with a somewhat burlesque tone-
Sora: It's good that you understand it, mom, because I wanna be the best writer in the world! -Pumping his fist hard into the air -
Mother: But you just said that you wanted to draw -Keeping in her Laugh-
Sora: Well, I do both! -With a foot on a rock-
Mom: Yes.. Yes.. as you say honey -laughing-
Sora:-Confused- Huh?... Anyway, Mom! Can you let me go to the lake? I want to feed the ducks.
