Monday, November 9, 2009

a young girl writes to her pet bird:

I'm sorry for my dramatic flair. I didn't mean to yell, it's just that I've been breathing crowded air and I terribly needed a release. I trust you. I know its awful and exhausting when I let go, but you're the only one I'd let see me like that. I love you and I'm jealous of your wings.




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