he is
the brown flowers on an unmarked grave as the first snows fall heavily
a lone albatross floating over the ocean in search of a home he has long since forgotten
he is
he is
the brown flowers on an unmarked grave as the first snows fall heavily
a lone albatross floating over the ocean in search of a home he has long since forgotten
he is
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I like the albatross. I’ve always said if I could be any animal, it would be an albatross.
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