On a dry branch in the heart of the desert, a lonely bird was sitting, its wings folded, yet it had reached a strong belief. He believed that beyond the destruction of the dry land, there is a vast and blue sky. Every day that passed, he wished to fly. Among the repeated days, he kept hope like a jewel in his heart. The bird sitting on a dry branch, was in contrast to the endless freedom he imagined. The lonely little bird believed in flying in the boundless blue sky.

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