A plastic bag dancing at the rhythm of the wind in Juliaca’s sky; shinning with an afternoon’s sun.
Makes me think in a movie, American Beauty, a part when a guy with a video camera confess to a girl that once he filmed a paper bag floating with the wind and that was the most beautiful thing he saw ever. Although I guess that was supposed to be deep because it looked like a dark thought I thought that instead was derp, LOL. The most beautiful thing (or being) he saw ever in my opinion was the face and eyes of the girl in front of him in that moment Said that I prefer my bag, and I don’t mean to the girl but to his bag :P
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