Higher (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

          Flying, and he wondered how, then he'd begin to descend, and he'd just fly; stretching out his wings as the wind lifted him. Flying free. Flying fully. Not beating his wings harder, just letting the winds that stopped him at first carry him, these once thought setbacks now setups raising him higher as he lived in contentment and not control; this new bird learning to fly.


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