He would be a buzzard, if made to choose from the birds. Flight to them seemed such a lazy task, relished, as if their mass on the ground made them forget of their ability, and each time they caught the warm upward drafts, tipping and circling into near oblivion, was the first, a marvel of joy.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
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