Flight. I, just a fledgling fallen from her grandfather tree Blessed and designed for this world to be a bird Bird-brain, took my first step to be a leap A leap of faith soon revealed itself to be a washout shown by the knowledge I had yet not learned. But a leap of faith, at that. I took my wings and I felt the wind flow through my feathers as I fell. Plummeted down to earth, Still feeling the flight.
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