Monday, June 17, 2013

One morning ...

I was an eagle soaring over the mountains ...
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I was an astronaut floating above Saturn's rings ...
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I was a super hero zooming across the Atlantic ...
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I was seated in a hang glider, the wind in my hair, circling in thermal air drafts ...
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I was six years old again.
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Then I opened my eyes and put my feet on the ground.

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