Xi sharp. The bomb’ject oriented approach.

Can’t help but wave ⬇️ ⬆️ ⬇️ ⬆️ ⬇️ ⬆️

The bird: “Do your worst. I have nothing to lose. May the fire of thousand suns cleanse this cursed plane of torment as I return to nothing that I came from”.

You: “Awww… Hello little borb. You wook so gwumpy.” 😄

She spooked him. Not everyday you see a head floating above some legs and camera equipment.

Oh no. The mere possibility of thought… It is a very serious business. Stay safe. Cool photo, by the way.

You expressed feelings of nostalgia, but phrased them in way that may by implication indicate fault in current regime. It’s called blame, and you know what they say… You can’t spell “blame” without “lame”.