I am flying. I’m soaring through clouds, reach out a fist, holster both hands, and accelerate to unsafe speeds. Suddenly I wonder if I should be wearing a helmet. * End frowned upon dream sequence intro * I wrote these words in a diary many years ago. I’ve journaled...
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