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If you could take flight, where would you go?
Migration starts in the fall; as the world becomes fire and the air develops that beautiful, burning crispness; like the first bite of an apple, or that first feeling of diving into freezing water. The kind that sends a shock into your body. Lightning bolt nerves. The feeling of your hand falling into mine, or the feeling of your gentle lips.
A short story about love, and loss, and growth, and birds.