Nika Ostozheva. Memory of the soul (№ 451604)

The whole world is open to feathers. They are endowed with a gift that everyone dreams about in the depths of their soul - not to know the prohibitions, soar above the earth, contemplating the world from the height of heaven, from where the Lord himself looks at us. Perhaps they are the rulers of nature, and not people locked in many cells, one inside the other?