Comforting pats of the rain 🌧 Warm embrace of the breeze 🫂 Brings back the past memories 📝 Cackles of laughter and wobbling feets 🦶 Never ending smiles and peace ☮️ A wish that never will be 💭
"The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth." — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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