the fledgeling is finally turning to bird
the bird will fly away soon
leaving the nest behind
nest it called home for so long
i do this all the time, I make them take wings, I make them realize that they can fly and when they are about to fly I get more lonely then I could ever possibly realize, then I go through the gloom of havng decided my own destiny and living in agony over the fact that I do love to fly myself, but find my wings clipped, becasue I had given then to the other.
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The allure of Solitude lies in it being perennial
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