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The intimate world of suspended wings

Colors are spreading with glares on the air.
Iridescent wings are observing the heights, while the damp is trying to penetrate the subtle roots.
The scent of freedom overcome our instincts.
Why don´t we jail ourselves in greenhouses?
The intimate world of suspended wings
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The intimate world of suspended wings

Why don´t we jail ourselves in greenhouses?

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