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❝ "He plummeted into the sea. Into a sea as hard as granite. When he came to, it had been dark for quite a while. He floated, cradled by the swell, in the wake of the moonglow. He felt his tattered wings as heavy as lead, but even more, he felt the weight of failure. Weakened as he was, he hoped that weight would be enough to gently drag him down, toward the bottom, and that it would be over" (from the work of Richard Bach).
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