Nature
And so, the little bird decided to flap her wings and leave everything behind.
... Or not. In actuality, she had been caged up long ago - her wings were clipped, her freedom was taken. But even so, the little bird did have a vivid imagination, and thus her dreams were filled with stories of travel and love.
Cultural Anthropologist
Soaring high in the sky, the little bird was finally released - for now. Even if she would always know to fly home at the turn of night, and even if she would miss those that she came to love so much. It didn't matter.
She could feel the autumn breeze against her feathers, and the beautiful sun shone itself brightly on the path before her, and so the little bird felt that she understood true freedom just a bit better on that day.
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