The thing I was I am no more. I must reinvent myself as phoenix: to die and be reborn in flame and wonder. I am afraid, though, I will aim for the sun and reach only the aether above me, no higher than I can reach with fingers unassisted. Instead of phoenix, I will be stork.
It's higher than the ground, though.
ReplyDeleteThat's true. And they have hilariously long legs.
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