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"Not cry. Fly. "I can't fly," Bran said. "I can't, I can't..." How do you know? Have you ever tried? The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. "Help me," he said. I'm trying, the crow replied... The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran's hand. "You have wings," Bran pointed out. Maybe you do too. Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers. There are different kinds of wings, the crow said... Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. "What are you doing to me?" he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. "I can't fly!" You're flying right now. "I'm falling!" Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down."
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inspirational
crow
fly
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George R.R. Martin |
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It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.
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happy
freedom
inspiration
living
happiness
life
love
inspirational
flying
book
fly
falling
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Tim O'Brien |
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80c0153
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For really there is nothing like wings for getting you into trouble. But, on the other hand, if you are in trouble, there is nothing like wings for getting you out of it.
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fly
wings
trouble
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E. Nesbit |
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I wish I were a bird. I'd fly all the way up to the clouds and look down on this place, and then I'd go far away and never come back.
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bird
amanda-quotes
xlibris
kings-park
kings-park-psychiatric-center
kings-park-state-hospital
jason-medina
tribal-publications
tribal-publications-inc
fly
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Jason Medina |
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e7776f0
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"Her latest client is Professor Desmond Curnin, a university professor who teaches library sciences to large groups of students. He's quick to pay on-time, quick to never fall behind. He's a brown-haired man with an unkempt beard and thick-framed hipster glasses. He slides a leather briefcase stuffed with dollar bills into the open window of Geraldine's car. "Your fly's unzipped," Geraldine points out, disgusted. "Who gave you a license to sell hot dogs, buddy?"
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money
library
briefcase
buddy
cash
glasses
hipster
hot-dog
leather
lewd
professor
unzip
window
fly
car
disgust
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Rebecca McNutt |