Sometimes, losing grows tiring. Sometimes, the losses grow, so that inside gives up. Sometimes, no matter how hard the try, it is not hard enough. Sometimes, the right thing continues to turn out to be the wrong thing. And sometimes, there is no thing that could have been done to change the outcome, at all. But the claws are still sharp and the wings are not broken. Fly: Again. A new form awaits.


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