Propeller Head

Propeller Head Lydia was fascinated by these crazy flying machines, she couldn't keep her mind on the house work. How could she iron shirts, when men were attempting to spread their wings among the billowing clouds, outside her kitchen window? After the family was asleep at night, she'd quietly pull the secret wings from their hiding place, carefully sew another feather, each stitch bringing her closer to her dream of flight. It was only a matter of time now before she could step out to the barn, spread her wings, then step from the roof, confident they will hold her weight, allowing her to soar with the wind.

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