A familiar ghost enters me once again, yet this time, I remain, not totally unafraid, but strong, within myself, and within its presence.
''...he thought it was a swan spreading its wings.''
'Where have you been all my life?' she said.
Right here, waiting, where I have been for always.
I remembered you, sitting on the swing, ever so patiently, dusting your wing, just waiting, just waiting.
Now I am ready for change,I am ready to really fly now.
All this time spent collecting my feathers,
I finally found them, my beautiful wings; I made them; such delicate things.
I am ready to fly now.
''He knew nothing about it at all, couldn't even dream of her once.''
''I sit patiently and quietly. I know what I am, and this I shall remain.''
Quite fine, just like a darning needle.
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