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