Often - I find myself wondering what it might be like. To fly. To view the ground on which I walk from somewhere up there. To have wings with which to spread and grow and soar.
Often - I find myself wondering what it's like to know when it's just the right light...just the right season. When it's just the right time to return home again.
Often - I find myself wondering who and what and where I'd be...if I was something other than me.
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