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The Children of Dedal, Pavel Mirchuk Photography

“When I dream of flying, I never just throw myself onto the air. I always coax the wind into my arms. It is not important how strong my arms are or with what manner of thing they are fletched. It is always the way of holding my arms that counts — the fluid trailing of my body after the wind cradled in my arms — and knowing when to let go and just…glide.” Lyssa of the Arboreal Shades from the Night Fairytales series by Annette Marie Hyder.