Sunday, March 10, 2019

She

stumbled upon a technique to grow her own wings. They’re light but strong, alloyed with empathy. The takeoffs are short of spectacular - a run, flapping. Sometimes she falls. But she steadies herself, runs, flaps again and she’s off. The youngins watch and learn.
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