Peculiar Pelican

I felt the wind blowing through my hair while the last sun rays of the day laid an orange colour upon the city. My hand was cold and wet, holding an Aguila (the local beer), as I was enjoying another beautiful sunset. A friend pointed our attention towards a Pelican flying over. With his wings widely spread, he was softly sailing on the breeze, crossing the see, over the city. And while the pelican flies by, he says..

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