“why, jon ,why?” his mother asked. “why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, jon? why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? why don’t you eat? jon, you are bone and feathers!”
“i don’t mind being bone and feathers, mum. i just want to know what i can do in the air and what i can’t, that’s all. i just want to know”.
"jonathon livingston seagull"
richard bach
a dream and spring in the yard
1 day ago
2 comments:
Beautiful...
thankyou very much!
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