The Harpy eagle got tired of the same landscape day in and day out. She needed to fly away
Into the excitment of the unknown. So she flew higher and farther until she no longer could see the fields that she loved once. Up in the peak of new mountains she found her peace again.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, January 14, 2019
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