It happens to me every day...
Watching a beautiful rooster flap his wings is a magical thing.
It invokes a sense of pride and identity that is fueled by the freedom to live each day to the fullest.
Roosters don't waste a single second in a day...
They wake up before sunrise and start singing...
The rest of the day will be made of moments that will start the singing all over again...tomorrow morning before sunrise!
These wings might only be made of feathers, flesh, bone...
But, taken collectively, are the true embodiment of freedom!
(not just a symbol)
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