That was her magic—
she could still see
the sunset
even on those
darkest days.

I worry there is something broken in our generation,
there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.

A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.

—ATTICUS

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

Love her but leave her wild