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| breakfast |
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| waiting |
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| relaxed |
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| THAT happened again |
They built a cage around those birds then blamed them when they couldn't fly far enough.
They said you have to work really hard to earn these faraway things, but they didn't have the right set of wings on...the pair they'd clipped just wouldn't make it through the wind (only certain types of feathers could get the job done).
So they sit in that cage, hopping from one rung to the next poking their beaks through the bars and straining their necks to see the world that made them invisible.
Day 63: prepped a form.
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