Cloud said, 'My chest also becomes heavy, so your city also gets a little bit more then. You can't see the wounds of the city from close up, I can see from a great height. That's when my face turned black, the sky could not hold my weight for long. Broke down. Do you see the city blurred then? I can clearly see from the sky that his wounds are being covered by the touch of rain. The boy could hear the words of the clouds as he untied the kite thread from the antenna on the roof. With great difficulty he untied the thread and looked at the kite and said, 'I will fly you again. Can I go and touch the clouds? Can I come and ask if the wounds of the human body can be healed? #Photography
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