Flying Free

The birds fly from her hands at dusk. They were never meant to be hers forever; but they chose to be her friend for a life while as they recouped from their injuries. She was sad as she held the sack of feathers that they left behind, yet a certain feeling of excitement rose within her as she watched them grow.

Feeling free was way better than imprisonment.

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