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The winged wanderers

The birds, I saw soaring high in the azure sky of the countryside, drifting softly through the air beyond my sight. Over the mountain,veiled in mist where the rivers flow and valleys twist, they might have journeyed. When they were no longer seen, an emotion began to stir, a metaphor of freedom's call to the boundless skies. My heart ached with longing for journeys they could make, their freedom song a song of pure mobility.

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Date: 3/17/2025 2:20:00 PM
Absolutely wonderful!
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Date: 12/28/2024 8:44:00 PM
Identifying with the 'winged wanderers' speaks to desires too few to let surface these days. Interesting. ~ Gershon
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