Or crawl..

Embrace it. The rope around your wings is braided. And what a beautiful knott! Wear it like a silk gown, as it gets tighter and tighter, white feathers flying around in a mocking dance..

You watch the battered wings hopeful, waiting.. Perhaps when they give up the rope will loosen. Perhaps you could walk free.

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