One day while he was flying away from all the problems of life, flying up above the sky with his black beautiful wings and feel the nice cold air between his fathers.
flying high.
the sun in the sky.
reaching the clouds, just enough to see everything.
He landed on a desert, a miserable desert with only one plant, a dead one.
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The Crowe that found the desert
Historia Cortashort story based on personal experience
