Aleksandr Degtyarev 

@aleksandrdegtyarev
When the world asks who are you? Condense myself into a can of condensed milk. Pour out into an old ocean. Wait for my ride to come. Rain on your body, now you know who I am.
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By Aleksandr Degtyarev
Yesterday, I spoke to a man who flies like a bird. He had invited me to learn to fly a while ago, but when I looked up and saw a hawk flying, I knew that I could already fly.