longed for something sweet to your taste like the fruit of the Andor tree. Perhaps you have heard the wind, as the breeze lifts your hair, begging you to play.
Perhaps you too remember, even if dimly, that you were not made for rock and dust. You were not meant to be bound to the earth. That you were made glorious and full of song. You were made free. Ask yourself, your heart and bones and the soul that shivers full of anticipation. Perhaps you too were made to fly.
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