In the city, high above the houses,
there seemed to be flutterings and whisperings...
was it birds flying above?
or ethereal beings?
They constantly changed colour
against an inky black sky.
They all seemed to be moving forward in the same direction.
They were so beautiful, like something from another world.
"Where are you going?" I said.
said an imposing figure with a kindly voice.
"Is it far from here?" I asked.
"About five days, as the crow flies", he replied.
"But where?" I asked once again.
"Why, we're going to Christmas of course!
"Won't you join us?"
"Yes, I will", I said.
Sculptures by French artist: Cédric Verdure.
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