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Some Distant Shore
Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security, safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest. Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her, sorrowful, hesitant, missing the rest. Her parents and siblings had sought out the sunshine, flying the open air, learning their craft. Soaring and diving, they basked in the currents; she, feeling poorly, by chance, had stayed back. Sounds like a cannon had rung out above her; shrieking and screaming, she watched the first fall. Caught in the open with no chance for cover, savagely, swiftly, death came for them all. Hugging the hillside, she used the thick foliage, bobbing and weaving, avoiding the limbs, calling on instincts she knew not inside her, fine-tuned adjustments through flexes and trims. Cover was ending; the ocean awaited her. Her heart was racing, her mind strangely clear. Mother had taught her to seek out the currents; a warm water pocket meant updrafts were near. Tucking, she dove as she flew in the open, a bullet herself, towards shiny blue glass. Braking so subtly, just at the last moment, she shot across wave tops, dizzily fast. There! A small change in the water beneath her. Pulling up hard, she flapped skyward and soared. Where she was headed lay unknown before her, on past the sunset to some distant shore.
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