When the question of choosing a bird arose, the Japanese chose the crane. They said that a thousand paper cranes would set your wishes free.
A different day is a different flyer.
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A different day is a different flyer.
It shines out of the folds of a newspaper. The glossy tones will, forever, scream out their offers to all those who care. But that does not include me! :)
When i look at a flyer, i see a paper crane. I see a brood of them.
So here begin the chronicles of my thousand paper cranes.
Let it be known that this is not a story. It is a telling of the things that float through my mind as my fingers pinch and crimp and lovingly fold out a swarm of new sets of multicoloured paper crane wings.
So here begin the chronicles of my thousand paper cranes.
Let it be known that this is not a story. It is a telling of the things that float through my mind as my fingers pinch and crimp and lovingly fold out a swarm of new sets of multicoloured paper crane wings.
