There I stood. The sun was at four o'clock on the mid-spring day. The view was breathtaking. The rush of wind coming off the ridges was rejuvinating and fresh as it blew through my hair and senses.
I had watched the two red-tails dance on the wind with a passionate eye, sharp ear and uncaged heart for months. Nothing else seemed so relevant. Every day I would move closer to the edge-progressing slowly through the grassy field.
Finally, I arrived. I statyed there for hours, days even, to watch my friends. I understood them. I knew them. I felt what they felt and would speak to them as they spoke to me.
On the last day, I walked to the edge. Suddenly, a gust of wind moved through me. My body released. Without looking back, I stepped off the edge and out of my body as an unbound soul.
I felt the warm evening sun on my feathers as I spanned them fully. I was now free.
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