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  • When I was young, four or five I suppose, I used to have a recurring dream that I could fly. It was wonderful yet frustrating. I had to flap my arms so very hard to stay aloft. I could not get very far above the ground. I did not have the endurance to stay up very long. And then those dreams stopped.

    In the last year or so the recurring flying dreams have returned. But now I can soar endlessly and effortlessly to great heights. I wonder why. Actually, I don't care why. I'll just enjoy the ride.
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