I wish I could fly.
I hope that it works.
I stand on the hill.
Spread my wings.
Prepare for take off .
Stop.
Fear tears at my stomach,
like a beast.
My wings droop.
I back down.
Defeated.
I walk away.
Stop
Spin.
Run.
Jump.
FLY
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