Chapter 93
Delicate
Her tiny wings were delicate
She flapped them, ever so gently
They found flight, took her to a new place, a different time
Quiet gentle breeze caressed her long, silky hair
Stray strands kissed her slight shoulders, tickled her, almost
She smiled
She looked at her bosom, beyond which lay a beating heart
Her heart
She pet it, sang to it
Closed her eyes
A stray tear threatened to make its out
It did
But, this tear was different
This was a tear of joy
The joy of looking within
The joy of a few dreams, fewer memories
The joy of but a few hours
The joy of new wings
The joy of learning to fly... again, and again, and again, and again
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