The trees are starting to burn, and the cold is moving in. I dream of wings spread, arching from my back. I soar through the skies of day and night with feathered ease. Twirling to the heavens, barreling to the horizon. Ecstasy tugging at my lips; thrill gleaming in my eyes.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm invincable. Sometimes, I feel like it would take God, himself, to strike me down. And even when I don't feel so unbreakable, there is no fear. I know where my soul belongs. I know where my heart is. And I know that I'll have wings to carry me through all the glory that follows my ascension.

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