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And then one day,

The birds showed me what my life had looked like;

As I was laying in my kayak, head back, surrendered

Kayak tied up to a wooden "danger, submerged structure" sign

It all became so real, so clear.

I saw my sisters flying together 

Two birds flying alone in the open

Spiraling within each other's paths

Those few moments were the first 18 years of my life.

Then I saw myself. 

This lone bird in the distance just appearing from the clouds from out of nowhere

I flew for moments that felt like forever

I flew left, then right, higher in the distance, and further within the clouds, then back again.

I knew it was me when one bird flew over.

I was 23 then.

She let me know I wasn't alone, and with some distance, we flew, approaching closer to each other but still far enough to be alone.

The eldest sister flew back to the other, keeping in path with each other as I flew in sight.

Though, never too close. 

We mingled for a moment, until it turned into a catch and release.

Catching a glimpse of full flight with each other.

And releasing our spirits into the distance. 

Flying on our own. 

Just the way I've always known.

We we're the birds.