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Life is too short for boring stories

I had dreamedfrom a meadowon which I stoodwith arms spread wide,wrapped in long, ruffled robes. Birds kept flying towards meclinging to the folds of the flowing dress,ended up in my hairpicked out grainsand disappearedonly to return a few moments later.I moved gentlyso as not to disturb the birds,but these irritated my movementsin no way.They came …

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I have never been different than I am. I never got bent. Nobody ever stopped me from spreading my wings and flying away if I wanted to. Nobody could ever cut my wings. Yes, sometimes I stay, for a little while, until it gets too tight for me, until it feels as if I’m suffocating …

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