Ever pondered where they chat beneath the clouds? You should join them. They sing static lullabies — melodies stuck in the breeze, waiting for a soul to weave them into tales untold.
It's strange, the way time stands still when surrounded by these wandering birds. They're not there to preach, nor to teach. Just there, being what they are — ephemeral notes on the horizon, migrating through sunlight and shadows.
Every now and then, someone asks about their destination. But I find solace in not knowing. Their journey is as meandering as our conversations on lazy afternoons.
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