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Closed For The Winter

Cranes don't really fly away in the autumn. They are doing a lap of honour before arriving to a glass jar with the last wave of paper wings.

Each of them is a memory of a time when everything stopped in front of me; this is a dream that has come true; this is an aim that has found its path. But, there are some that could never happen. In the jar, they're all closed for the winter.

Do you believe there will be some moments between you and me? And get the opener ready! We'll look around and try to recall everything that happened to us. After that, we'll make new cranes out of candy wrappers.