"....she put her arms around me
and felt my shoulder blades,
to see if my wings were strong,
she said.
'The bird that would soar above the level
plain of tradition and prdjudice
must have stong wings.
It is a sad spectacle to see the wealkings
bruised, exhausted,
fluttering back to earth.' "
-The Awakening by Kate Chopin
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