I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
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