I need to learn to fly–by will alone.  Lift off in a graceful wisp of smoke that filters from the part in my hair and leaves it straight and even and untouched by whim.

I need to fly away.

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1 Response to REALITY & WRITING: Lessons

  1. Loretta says:

    please take me with you!

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