How happy are the wild birds, they can go where they will, now to the sea, now to the mountain, and come home without rebuke.
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How happy are the wild birds, they can go where they will, now to the sea, now to the mountain, and come home without rebuke.

— Welsh; traditional verse; seventeenth century 

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NYC - ”A view from New Jersey of the moon shining over Manhattan’s RCA and Chrysler buildings as its light shimmers on the waters of the Hudson River in September 1946.”
firsttimeuser: Concorde : Essais de roulage, 1969 by Jean Dieuzaide
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