The Flight


I was sewing together some words one day, marvelling at how unimaginative I could be when it came to words which would describe a scene. Suddenly, someone came in with a poem and said it was not perfect, said it was not meant to be read by the world.

I looked at the words and kept looking at them till I could watch each one just the way they were meant to be seen.

So I agreed to what she said: it was not meant to be read by the world, it was meant to be SEEN. I took my pen then, and proceeded to show the world what I saw.

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