Our wings have our experience, the experience of our ancestors, the experience of all humanity. Our wings are countless years old.

Our wings contain a huge amount of strength, nerve endings, thoughts, power. Our wings contain both our dark and light parts.

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I drank mint tea, looked at the sky and thought « Wings, what a wonderful feeling of wings behind your back, like a backpack with experience and protection we carry them on ourselves. »

In the silence of the night, we can even hear their songs…

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Lo! Do you hear?