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Diary Entry 6:

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I head over to Ryan and Tim’s room to hang out. When I return, I take to writing in my dorm.

Based on ‘L’Etoile’ by Edgar Degas. Started: 11:15. Finished: 11:59.

Point

Is this how the bird feels when, in being released from its cage
it staggers onto a sunrise stage,
and notes
the change of pace
that startles at the flurry of hands reminding it of its forgetful wings?

The bird that sings
of gentility
despite the seasons
and rejoices
in the sensation of flight.
Why stop
when the very flutter of your wings
and song in your step
reminds men that no bar can break you?

-Amy Struthers

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