Why do I always dream about birds? I suddenly discover that there's a forgotten budgerigar in a bookshelf in my childhood livingroom. I realise that it hasn't been provided with food or water in years. But it's alive. I give it food and water and then it flies out of the window. Later it comes back as a human being and wants to have a serious talk with me. I apologize, cry and we sit and hold hands.
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