If I could fly, I would explore the wonders of the sky and the world. Flying through clouds, traveling with birds next to me . . . I would fly as high as I could.
I would fly to Asia to see Tokyo in Japan, and maybe go to Beijing in China. I might go to Paris, for the fun of it. I would go to Haiti and Ethiopia.
I would want to fly because it would help me escape the world when I can't take it anymore. I would want to help people who need it all over the world. Also, I wouldn't have to drive anywhere.
If I could fly, it would give me a feeling deep inside--a fresh, clear feeling. I would feel pure joy. Every time I'm going to cry, I could fly. The wind blowing my hair back, my hands brush the leaves on the trees quickly, as I rise a little bit at a time. Sunshine on my face, I close my eyes and feel the sky, somehow . . . My eyes open and I laugh, but nothing is funny. It feels good. I fly into a lake and back up. I wish I could do it forever. I circle back around, and the wind puts me down slowly. I wait for the next time I can fly. To play with the clouds, to sing with the birds, to disappear from the world for a short time, once again.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.08.2012

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