Pick a flower and it will die, sitting it a vase. It will shrivel until you wash it down the sink.
Watch waves crash along the shore for as long as it takes to understand that a wave is not a singular thing.
Bottle me up, cage me, find my essence and concentrate it. Then, if I had wings, I'd lose my flight.
Do not ask a monarch to pin itself to a cork board for observation. Breed it to forget the sun.
I am the cat who sits at the door but cannot decide to go in or go out.
Do not command a dog not to bark, a horse not to run, a man not to cry.
The wind cries, the ocean weeps, the mountain roars rage and revenge.
I can tell you my secrets but not their meaning.
If I had wings I would not be afraid of falling.
My courage was pinned to a cork board.
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