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Yea I wrote this for creative writing. It was supposed to be a story about the color grey, but I accidentally made a metaphor for how it feels to be trans. Give it a try if you like.
excerpt:
Castiel stares down at the earth below and feels at peace. He sits precariously, perched on the cloud’s light gathering of water molecules. His wings dip down into that tuft of suspended water, flicking about calmly as he idly bathes them. His long flight feathers slice clean through the fluff to open sky, due to his wings’ large size. They must be quite large in order to accommodate what at least appears to be a full-grown human man.