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Post by afgrappin » Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:27 pm

It's probably been done to death, but...

The wind supports me with as little effort as it takes to blow the puffy dandelion seeds in the summer. Ever up I soar. Without any sense of pressure or struggle, I pop out of Earth’s atmosphere, going ever higher, weightless in the nothingness between planets. I breathe the nonexistent air, safe in the confines of my dream. Space disappears from under, above, and around me. I clamp my eyes shut, feeling the spiral of my fall with every sense except sight. My eyes fly open, waking me at the last moment, before I land, headfirst, onto solid ground again.
Don't follow your dreams. Live them.

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