Limitations

I feel the edges of my limitations, like a precipice I am clinging to. The branch the nestling grasps, as she musters the courage to fall, blindly trusting that the currents will carry her. The rough outline of what I think I know. How can I fly if I never let go?

– Astral Moonbeam

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