Quill of One's Own Feathers

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Her footsteps barely touch the ground, how can they when she's ready to fly?

Step,

Her wings unfurl and point towards the sky.

Step,

He catches her eye.

Step,

She's ready to take flight, there's no questioning why.

She's ready to take flight, there's no questioning why

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