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A long time did I ride the wind with the wild mice, those furry little travelers, pretending to be geese, and the great flapping of their feathered hearts did keep us all afloat on that tumu…
A long time did I ride the wind with the wild mice, those furry little travelers, pretending to be geese, and the great flapping of their feathered hearts did keep us all afloat on that tumu…