When falling, sprout wings.

Oh how the mighty  have fallen.


Oh how the match is sparked and watched to burn into ash.


Oh how the wings are beautiful on that big red bird.


Do not be afraid of an uncomfortable conversation, but have it with an open heart, and the big red bird will unfurl its wings.  Do not be afraid to burn, for the fires will draw you into it’s red breast and take flight with your hand buried in the down.


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