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| Night Flying Woman by Shula Singer Arbel |
What color are the feathers you don't know you have?
I think it's time for another leap. This one won't be quite as scary as the last one. That one just about undid us - all of use. But, by now I'm almost sure I know how to fly. Maybe it will be a little awkward at first, with a lot of hopping about and sore arms, but I'll get there. Maybe that is why my elbows hurt? I keep waking up with sore elbows. Seems as though flying in my sleep would be something I'd remember, but maybe not.
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