The old, grey, flamingo spent every morning under the shade of a weeping willow. Afraid of stepping out into the sunlight. Knowing the other flamingos wouldn’t understand, or worse, would attack.
All …
The old, grey, flamingo spent every morning under the shade of a weeping willow. Afraid of stepping out into the sunlight. Knowing the other flamingos wouldn’t understand, or worse, would attack.
All …