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To Fly

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction! Image courtesy of Al Forbes.

A single tether.

Oh how fragile life treats her children.

That fear has gripped you.

What once nourished now imprisons

As youth wilts into old age untested.

But fear not for these petals are more than just show.

And the seed you carry will become more than its predecessor.

So ready yourself,

The gust has come.

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Soaring

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I saw the man jump. It wasn’t a bunny hop that a self-doubting soul half-committed to, but a magnificent leap of one determined to soar. The dream however would always end on an ambiguous note… Sometimes, the water below the bridge broke him in two. Other times, he shattered water itself, continuing to plummet unscathed. Never once did the man fly but in his repeated attempts, I’d come to realize that he did soar in another way. He soared above fear… Now as I look over the same edge and prepare my leap, another person can watch, learn, and overcome.

The Painter

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A prodigious painter rose to great acclaim for his life-changing art. In particular, his portraits not only brought-out hidden qualities of people but also their latent talents, gifts that individuals never knew they possessed. Peasants, merchants, and royalty alike had changed their circumstances having seen themselves in the painter’s light. However, his genius was not without a drawback. The painter, whether out of an unconscious fear or a defense mechanism, could not paint his own portrait. In fact, he could neither recall nor see his own reflection in the mirror contrary to those around him. Those who he implored to paint his portrait or even to take his photograph could make no sense out it; everyone but him could see him. One day, the painter met a blind man who asked if he could take his portrait. Curious as to who the portrait would be for, the painter inquired and the blind man responded “for you”.  When the painter finished the portrait, he saw not the blind man in front of him but a young man behind a canvas with purposeful eyes and a deliberate hand. The blind man was not so blind after all.