Tagged with: PZDC
In short, we have the windows to the square.
A white day, I sit on a cucumbers chew, and I hear a whistle. I look with a cucumbers in the window.
The heavens are swimming with pigeons.
In the first second, I don’t know what a gun is.
Somewhere nearby, a box of fireworks was burned.
Oh, or an entire truck, because it was loud, long and silent, for four minutes, even people on the square stopped and looked somewhere outside my house.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tags: Salute to Salute
The pigeons fly and fall.