I walk alone, silenced and endlessly more proud of what I love.
I turn to them, shaking impulsively.
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I grab his Arian feathers as he tucks them back, as society always has.
"Where we off to captain?"
To the sky and downward and spiraling into deception.
"Want to know a secret?"
"Incidentally."
"The pirate who sings is not the pirate who learns, but perhaps who's functionality listens."
