“Fly away…
…when heaven calls my name.” I like the idea of flying, I like the idea of soaring through the air, I like the idea of rising up with wings like eagles, I like the idea of rapture, and I like shreds of paper…
Much to my Mom’s regret, I guess, I replaced my picture frames by something like… new. And Marla, you will like these featherless birds, won’t you?
sind die vöjelz echt? ick mein richtig anjemalt?
findick jut – ja sojar icke.
nee, itzind papierschnüppel angetaped, aber man sieht den tesa natürlich nich.