He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
17 January 2011
Learn to Fly
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.--Kurt Vonnegut
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