UncategorizedWings July 21, 2014 Angie Kopshy I cringe and squeeze my eyes shut as he cuts the thick cords supporting my atrophied wings. But I am still standing and as I open my eyes, I see that my wings are strong and beautiful as they anxiously await my impending flight. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
Recycled Affirmations 