This is the year to soar high, as close to the sun as you dare, feel its heat on your shoulders, melt the wax, singe the feathers, and as you start to fall, discover you never even needed those wings you worked so hard to build in order to fly.
This is the year to soar high, as close to the sun as you dare, feel its heat on your shoulders, melt the wax, singe the feathers, and as you start to fall, discover you never even needed those wings you worked so hard to build in order to fly.
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