The Forgotten Art of Flying
As she walked through the old forest, she spread her wings as if to fly but her body could no longer meet the air, for her bones had grown solid and her feathers died and fallen off. No longer would the children fly but were cursed dream, to obey the universe or gravity and to walk the earth on dirty feet. Taken for Our Daily Challenge, "something that begins with f" lots of f words here ;) weirdly enough cold isnt one of them i was actually quite warm and my comfy sweatpants off to the side, only thing cold about this was my feet, which stung. it was quite a trek too and i brought tons of extra batteries only to have them all not work!! luckily i got a great picture the first time!! This is also kinda a take on Black Swan
