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Suddenly the thrushes sang around her in upward spirals, psalmic, glorious sounds. Dragonflies with wings veined like cathedral windows followed them. And then with a rush, all the birds of the air flew above.

Read “When Elder Sister Grew Her Wings” by Jane Yolen.

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