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“What am I?”

“You’re a bird,” he whispered.

I thought about this for a moment. “How am I a bird?”

“Because you’re trapped. You want so badly to fly away, to be free, but you’re stuck in your nest here. You’re not strong enough to fly yet.”

I dropped my eyes, amazed that he could know so much about me, without really knowing me at all. “Well, when will I be strong enough?” I ventured, my voice small.

“Only you can decide that. You’ll know when you’re ready.”

“And until then?”

The corner of his lip twitched into a small smile. “Stretch your wings, little bird.”



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Taken on April 2, 2011