I lift my head to the shepherding call of geese as they find their way home. I watch as one goose, just one goose, abandons the formation, breaks free from all the rest, and creates a way of its own.
And I but a feather, part of a wing’s complex movement, inexplicable drive, learn how to fly.
I learn how to fly.
Dedicated to my children.
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