fly the coop

the wind is picking up. my steps like floating. the direction is firmly aimed north. for the first time I feel the change. my resistance has lifted, and now I will fly the coop. destiny in flight feels so much different than I thought. my wingspan is wider and my stride is smooth. sure of my direction even without a map. I am both scared and excited, and now I will fly the coop.

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