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Low and calm, the voice went on within his
thought,
demanding an answer. "Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want
to fly?'
"YES, I WANT TO FLY!"
"Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want to fly so much
that you will forgive the Flock, and learn, and go back to
them one day and work to help them know?"
There was no lying to this magnificent skillful being, no
matter how proud or how hurt a bird was Fletcher Seagull.
"I do," he said softly.
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