Children and pigeons are natural allies, wandering the world's plazas together searching for little bits of this and that, stretching their little wings.
Pictures are supposed to be replicas of memories. I found this picture, but my memories of that day are blurred, almost gone. Which plaza? Oh, there are so many plazas where children run around like wild pigeons, little flocks of them. Well, I remember, the world has mountains, deserts, oceans. Geography is different here and there but children and pigeons, and even plazas, are the same. Because we are the same. What were we fighting about, my brother? Let's go take a walk in the plaza, feed the children and the pigeons.
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