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Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)

And so,

the puppet fled to the sky the chick so desired,

to that cramped, dark world.

Yes…

A sky for the puppet to be safe from hurt, to smile from the heart.

A place where no one would trample them, no one hurt them,

no force compel them, no need to change.

A new world where they could fly.

 

That day,

The chick knew well enough it likely would never be.

The chick implored the puppet, who vowed to fight:

No sky is worth seeing you hurt.

So the puppet, too, fled to that same cage.

Until we find a way to create that sky,

so thought the puppet in the stifling world.

Thought and only thought…

Doubtful and wavering, finding nothing sought,

the puppet still thought about that promise:

 

That day,

in a new land, gazing at the heavens above,

seeing the baby bird spread its wings and smile,

the empty puppet—the sky—Sora—

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