Teachers

In life, I encounter many teachers.

We meet at a crossroads and walk together.

Along a scary, narrow path.

We hold hands and walk slowly.

Because we are afraid to fall.

Eventually, the teacher teaches me to fly.

Then I let go, so the teacher can fly too.

Fly with me.

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