// flight

While we hurt, the universe listens - and prepares winds to carry us higher. We have labored. We have fought. We have suffered. We have dreamed of another way. We have longed for places where we can rest, where we are protected and held.

We lift our dreams towards the sky. We trust in the winds that move through the trees; we listen for when it is time to move from here. When we need not suffer any longer. We let the last tears fall, as a wind wraps gently around our heels. Our worries fade; our pains soften. We float, as if in a trance. We dance. We glide easily into place; with little effort, we find our home. On resplendent wings, we will take flight.

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