Warmth across her wings, waves of salty sea beneath, stretches of sandy beaches. She flew, drifting upon a drain of current, swirling down, merry-go-round. Sweet freedom.Then, the piercing whistle of a jet’s propeller blades, a vacuum pull as she flapped her wings against the velocity, the burn in her muscles intensifying, feathers plucked and sucked…

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