A forgotten wing was her redemption that day, riding the line, too close to despair. She needed the mountains.
She pulled the car over, got out and lifted her hand, wanting to split open the sky….
to see all the stars and suns of the night, to discover the unknown, the whirl
of the earth’s rotation. And maybe even find that lost soul of who she was before.
“Not strong enough just yet.” she said out loud……While she pulled the clouds away, unable to open the blue.
That forgotten wing did encourage her though, and she decided one day she would know who she was,
and she would dance in the galaxies, even in the middle of the day…..
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