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Inhale. Listen, the sound of air being drawn into your chest. It is simply me standing, on the edge of a cliff. I'm looking down, I'm spreading my arms. Like an eagle I'd jump, at your very word. Like a sparrow I'd dance, as I fell through the air. Like a single feather, I would pirouette towards earth. Exhale. Listen, the sound of air escaping your tight chest. It is simply me laying in the dirt...

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