con el viento

Once in a dream she learned how not to fight the wind. Next morning she stepped out to the sidewalk, and the late summer windgot into her dress, and made her float, fly across the blocks, through the city, touching the top of the trees with her bare toes. One morning after she didn't even need the wind.
Precioso Me encanto tu dibujo. Yo he soñado que vuelo pero no me dejo llevar. llevo el control :)
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