The more I ponder, I'm starting to realize...

That all nighter I spent making my wings was some kind of purge.

My body and my brain were fighting me tooth and nail as I forced myself to continue sewing. These inner demons trying to keep me on the ground. Dredging up nasty feelings, thoughts, and memories and spewing them all over the place. I imagine the conductive properties of the copper wire frame only amplified whatever energy was being channeled and discharged.

Now, in the following days, I feel like a wall has been torn down. Ropes have been cut. This fursuit isn't just for kicks. It's a truly sacred expression of my inner being and rebuilding it has brought forth a total realignment.

By making those wings I have officially made myself whole...

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