There was a time when I didn’t recognize that I had wings. A time in which the soul, mind and body had no intention of surviving let alone try to keep on thriving. (Not intentionally trying to rhyme there but appreciate the rhythm the sentence is given) There was a time where the only place I could fly was in my sleep. There, in the sanctity of my dream…
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