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For the first time in centuries, something suspiciously like pure, golden hope rises in my chest. And for the first time in even longer…I let it. I don’t swallow that feeling down; I cradle it in my hands and look closely at it, the tiny wings of a fledgling bird that needs to be nurtured and fed so that it can one day fly. Could I fly one day?
Wish You Weren't Here
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