He was tired of walking on the skin of nostalgia, he was near that dirty street in the old village, and then his eyes rested on what looked like a rusty broom. He approached it, recognizing it instantly. They met again at last, thought the old nostalgic man.
A girl playing nearby, seeing the scene said, without thinking: Get on it and fly away. The elderly, remembering and obeying his instincts and the girl, rose, flew away and disappeared.
A girl playing nearby, seeing the scene said, without thinking: Get on it and fly away. The elderly, remembering and obeying his instincts and the girl, rose, flew away and disappeared.
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