What will eventually be an engine tears itself out of a cold iron sheet, striving to live and to fly. This ardent desire is what drives it and breathes life into it. You can’t even tell if those are blades of flower petals, an irregular organic shape spinning.
“I saw the caterpillar try again to turn into a butterfly, which it had once been. I saw it spread its wings. The opportunity to change your life is always there. There’s always a means how to fly. ”
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