Once, going home through the rainy evening, I noticed a magnolia leaf that was barely making down the stream of a shallow water. "You're such a funny fellow", I mumbled to myself, "Your time is up. Your life is nearly over. You could've rested under an age-old wooden fence, slowly converting into a compost... but no… Your rebelled soul thirsts for freedom. You risked to take this final journey..." Somehow I felt connected to the brother migrant. I pressed the shutter button and wished my new friend a bon voyage.
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