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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
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