You walk through the party, gracefully avoiding stepping on anybody's foot, cloak or dress. Soon enough you arrive to a lone balcony and take a much needed breath, as the endless stale conversations left you breathless. You stare out into the woods, taking deep centering breaths lost in thought. You suddenly feel a presence behind you. It seems like you want to take flight little mockingbird, what is it? Are the festivities not to your standards? or perhaps it's the lack of good company? Speak
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