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I’ve watched birds fly in the sky and people say that they always know their destination before they even take flight. I don’t think they do. I don’t think they know where they’re going. If you watch long enough you’ll notice the moment-to-moment shifts with each wing beat. Their stiff little necks twice this way and that way looking for something below. I fell like a bird in flight. I know not where I go. I am on wings allowing the wind to guide my flow, searching, always searching, for a place to land below.