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I give him one last look.
He assures me.
He preens my feathers,
looks into my eyes for the last time.

He implores me to go on.

I'm just not sure.
My heavy heart will carry me to the ground.
My petty wings will do little to break my fall.
But still,
he believes.

I take the plunge and
to my surprise
I glide through the air.