What good are wings,
Without the courage to fly?
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There are several stories that compare and fit to my father. As I read into the history of old legends and myths, I could see the similarities to the legends told within the pages, to that that my father had whispered to me at night. The story of him. Two stood out though. The first was the story of the sun and moon. How their creation came about, when they were angels of above, high glorious creatures that stood over generations. However as they watched, they soon saw the emotions that came about. Anger, sorrow, hope and above all- love. The two angels noticed these strange passions of the creatures and saw that they to had these emotions inside of them. It hit them then how much they loved the other. And raw, pure love consumed the
