The Sunday Whirl

I cannot deny my wish for you. I want you to flutter out of that cage on a hanger, finish your dreams, and become the woman you want to be. Some stray cold reception as you try on life is expected. Just as a mother bird observes her first fledging falling from the tree’s nest, the womb remembers.

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