The Bird

I think it was a crow. I was looking at it, and at the same time I thought this to myself, the crow spoke, the very same words I was thinking, back to me: “Everything I see, is me”. Everything around me spoke to me. Everything I see (the sunrises, the bicycles, comics, arts, past present and future) is me.

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