Early morning brume blanketed the marina in a white veil. Something drew my gaze towards a pile of decayed creates, as I edged closer I began to hear a faint squawking noise that seemed be coming from one of the crates. I bent over and poked around underneath the crates. Suddenly I found myself staring at a decrepit flamingo drenched in septic black liquid, a single tear rolled down my cheek, no creature, not even a flamingo should be treated like that. People are capable of extraordinary things but have we forgotten what it is to be human?
it was very good and very caring for the inviroment
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