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May 2013
As we lay back on the beach watching the sun go
down, we notice birds traveling towards the sunset,

"where are they going?"
my cousin asked me.

"Anywhere they want to,
they're free." I say.

As they soar over head,
I daydream about what
it would be like to have
wings.

To be free.

That's all I could ever ask for, and soon I will have it.
A J
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A J  NYC
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