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The bird sat still For years. One wing was free. First moving wildly, while the other was tied down. The bird learned through watching. Fed by the wind. To survive this flightless life, still full of light. Never reaching potential heights. Now set free he didn’t even know how to fly anymore. There sits a still bird still. Watching. Wondering what it’s like up there . Shell ✨🐚
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Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
Silent bird
The bird sat still For years. One wing was free. First moving wildly, while the other was tied down. The bird learned through watching. Fed by the wind. To survive this flightless life, still full of light. Never reaching potential heights. Now set free he didn’t even know how to fly anymore. There sits a still bird still. Watching. Wondering what it’s like up there . Shell ✨🐚
A metaphor.
Shell
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Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
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