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I fly high above the mountains riding on
the swift air currents,
gently gliding without a ripple on the lake of the sky.
The warmth of the sun penetrates my
powerful body
and warms my beating heart as the cool and
refreshing air rushes at every motion of my wings.
Higher and higher I fly, the light misty
clouds surround me,
enveloping my very being, guided only by the thermals of
the heart.
Higher and higher I fly, what is behind
me is now gone,
but the clarity of what is above and below me
pierces my soul with vibrance.
I ascend to the stars on the great wings
of love.
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