White Dog and I spent time this afternoon planning Wyatt's graduation party. As a special gift we decided to share words from the soul. Sitting outdoors on a luxurious autumn day, opened to the muse, White Dog suddenly rooted through the tall grasses and brought to me a feather: our inspiration for this...
To Wyatt:
Together we spent years designing wings that would withstand stresses, support heavy weights, achieve fantastic heights, and survive what we could not foresee.
Our success is obvious to all who see you, Icarus, soaring, beautiful wings outstretched, into the limitless blue that is your future. The sum of both our bests--reaching beyond the Earthbound. I rejoice to see you fly!
Still I hold at the ready tools in case repairs or maintenance are ever needed.
May you touch the sun!
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