stairs to a guard tower of the Great Wall

March 5th: Grounded Flight

Having quickly calculated the odds I carefully, long-leggedly loped down the icy slope before the guard could make it down those stairs.

Light as my namesake feather, I deliberately placed each foot far in front of the other, one and then the other, trusting the landscape would hide me as many a long-ago warrior would have been hidden.

I noted my measurable delight and capacity to sass as, after enough twists and forks in the path, I turned back to wave.

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