Where endings lean into beginnings.
Born from the hush between departure and arrival.
It carries the wisdom of movement without haste.
Transition is not escape — it is unfolding.
Each shift reveals what was always within.
Hold what changes, but do not cling.
Let form dissolve, and pattern re-emerge.
Stand in the in-between.
Feel the current of becoming.
Trust the unseen bridge beneath your steps.
The Wing endures because change is constant grace.
It reminds the traveler that flight is found in surrender.
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