They flew over the hills and played with the bumble bees...
No, to be exact, they helped the bumble bees collect their nectar....
to prevent the population wipe out phenomena...
My wings grew stronger... flapping away in the distance, while I silently waited for them to come back...
It is the lost, the bittersweet lost which I hope is momentary... I couldn't take the absence of my wings, though once I could survived without them..
I missed them badly... those wings which granted me the pleasure of feeling the wind flow beating in my chest...
flutter, flutter...
Please come back soon, I could not bear to lose these wings...
I have put too much of my fondness in them...
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