have you ever noticed a small bird caught up in a storm?
it seems as if it is suffering against the brute force of
the wind, that it can't take the incessant pounding of the
rain beating upon its feathers. you start feeling a twinge
of sadness for it. you start to think that it'll get swept
away in the midst of the storm and will never grow up and
soar.
and what is that bird thinking?
'when the time is right, i will fly proud.'
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