There is an understanding borne between those with wings, starting in their hearts and reverberating through their hollow bones to the tips of the very guide feathers that lead them into the skies above everyone's heads. For them, it starts as water, light and bouyant, a laughter that carries them higher and higher on rising air until they soar together, calling out the freedom that saturates each feather and every pore, more warming than sunlight, more intoxicating than alcohol, and then continues through the fall back down to Earth. It's the secret behind the twinkle in their eyes when they turn to each other, smiling, and ask, "How has your day been?" Friends, and friendship, in feathers and without, laid bare but made no plainer and no less beautiful for knowing what it is they both could see beyond the grasp of those who never knew the aching hunger behind wings. (Plurk Paste)

There is an understanding borne between those with wings, starting in their hearts and reverberating through their hollow bones to the tips of the very guide feathers that lead them into the skies above everyone's heads. For them, it starts as water, light and bouyant, a laughter that carries them higher and higher on rising air until they soar together, calling out the freedom that saturates each feather and every pore, more warming than sunlight, more intoxicating than alcohol, and then continues through the fall back down to Earth. It's the secret behind the twinkle in their eyes when they turn to each other, smiling, and ask, "How has your day been?" Friends, and friendship, in feathers and without, laid bare but made no plainer and no less beautiful for knowing what it is they both could see beyond the grasp of those who never knew the aching hunger behind wings.

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