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 It felt like I had woken up from a strange reverie. Suddenly I was on a plane, miles and miles away from where I had been. I stared out the window into the endless blue sky and smiled at the fluffy white clouds. And then I looked down, and there it was: the world. Patterned fields, rivers, lakes, crevices, hills, mountains, snow, cars traveling along desolate roads, little towns... I had forgotten how beautiful everything is. That's when I woke up. The city was long gone, and my tiny life I was living was, well, tiny. I had stopped living; I was being. And as if on cue, I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders: it was time to start living again, even if it was only for a week. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/422 |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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I know what you mean, when you're up there on that plane, and you see how big everything is...it's insane. then, all of a sudden, everything that revolves around your life seems so small.