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Spread your wings and fall towards Mother Sky's embrace. I can not. I know not of the wings you speak of. I have no such things. But you do. Maybe you have forgotten but they are there. You just have to remember. They are as pure white as freshly fallen snow. They are as soft as a whisper. And they are waiting to take you to the heights you have dreamed of. But I fear I will fall. Yes, you may fall but that is your choice. If you fall, choose to fall up. You are a child of the breeze. Let it take you to the azure horizon. But I fear I will fail. Trust that your wings will take you where you need be. And realize that to know success, you must know what failure is. ...
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