Flight

The birds fly below me, white darts against the roughness of the sea. I wish I could be like them, feel the air swell under my wings, feel the smallness of the land as I slide across the wind, as the endless sea opens before me, and the ties that held me shoreside finally break, their tattered remnants swept away by the clean, clean air.

And then, nothing: just silence, distance, light.

Forever.

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