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The beautiful sound of wings, sifting through a spell binding wind.
These wings did not always exist. They grew seemingly overnight
They belong to a girl who once had no hope. She was terrified.
Every day was a nightmare for her. But now, with unmistakable faith she flies in a new light.
You can still faintly see her scars, but they do not bind her to the surface of the earth.
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