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The first time she flew through a window she thought of the chair through the drywall amidst a short FREEfall The first time she flew threw a window she landed in a burning bush after being given a Push The first time she flew through a window She decided she better learn to fly so she gathered her strength and waited until it was time she never practiced fearing the sting of her scraped skin so she snuck around quietly and helped hatch the kin when she was alone and it was time She rushed to the window and opened the blinds the window was not a window any longer the old screen laid on a new floor labored, she thought "Where is the opening?!" as her eyes traced the familiar place she was comforted and she flew out the newly born door
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
Little Bird
The first time she flew through a window she thought of the chair through the drywall amidst a short FREEfall The first time she flew threw a window she landed in a burning bush after being given a Push The first time she flew through a window She decided she better learn to fly so she gathered her strength and waited until it was time she never practiced fearing the sting of her scraped skin so she snuck around quietly and helped hatch the kin when she was alone and it was time She rushed to the window and opened the blinds the window was not a window any longer the old screen laid on a new floor labored, she thought "Where is the opening?!" as her eyes traced the familiar place she was comforted and she flew out the newly born door
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
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