A meteorite fell on your sleeping sunny place. You lost color, shape and weight, and only a few voices remained. "Because I was born I wanted to be born." We have a big hole but it is still a sunny place.
A meteorite fell on your sleeping sunny place. You lost color, shape and weight, and only a few voices remained. "Because I was born I wanted to be born." We have a big hole but it is still a sunny place.
