An unexpected explosion of divine umbrellas obliterated the banks.
All that money flew up and landed in battleships that disappeared.
You could hear the sound of trees and children in the clouds again.
Babes were born with wings, eyes fervently emerged in blind folks.
Even the dead cried happily in their earthy tombs.

Feb 28, 2012

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