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Monday, April 26, 2010
Down there with him, her wings were wet. He loved her so he convinced her that they were fins. But the storm lifted her from the waters and cast her onto the tall rocks, where her feathers dried in the sun. It takes a storm, sometimes, to find out what you are really made of. As she took off with the wind, she smiled and thought, 'Wish you could have seen me fly, Merman.'"