In a sense they are all the same. Tissues, paper cranes, and airplanes. But one tied me down and one set me free. One told me no and one told me yes. One told me to crawl and one told me to soar. So, in a sense, they aren’t the same at all.
As the pages fell away like drops from a roaring waterfall, she discovered the girl in the story was not very unlike herself. And she was reminded to hope in her dreams, however small they might be.
