Wings
a feather of an eagle, fell into my lap I had an idea. In an instant, I wanted to touch the sky I wanted to soar as if I could fly I flap my arms, but there is no lift, so I climb to the apex of a cliff surely I can figure out wings during my descent, so I leap the canyon walls ascend around me, I'm doing it! I'm flying! I'm flying straight down. as if I was using a scope the ground seemed to grow, as small as a dot, then a neighborhood, then a town 9.8 meters a second, this is the speed of flight I've achieved. My goal is complete, and I can pass at ease this is how I got my wings
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