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Even A-types need a break. Between harvests, you can find The Negotiant toasting his toes and letting the tide wash his worries away…
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
Your world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side. But I sighted the distant horizon Where the skyline encircled the sea And I throbbed with a burning desire To travel this immensity. I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!
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