First voyage unfolds: Wing tips touch, the chrysalis cast off.
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To reject the counsel of Kelp would seem like treason.
Is life to be a hybrid rose,
human glory bent towards earthly praise, Or to be a wild rose nurtured by God?
When the perfume of words become so familiar, why does its freshness wane?
When our own strength fails where do we turn our eyes? How do we journey with God?