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Jun 2015
You were aiming for the moon,
lifting your head as high as your neck would let you

But as you were walking,
you forgot to look down

...
so you slipped and fell
Two birds, one stone: a metaphor about the importance of modesty; another metaphor about keeping a grasp on reality, no matter how far you aim.
Ellie Geneve
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Ellie Geneve
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