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May 2021
The letter lies there, on the desk.
"I wish I could fly," it says.
there is no signature
the edges are crumpled
the envelope is too small
the ink is a bright orange, the last letter smudged
but he wants to fly.

He wants to fly.

So it's all I can do to give him a lift.
Written by
finn  M/he/they
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