On a day of that caliber

April 16, 2008

On a day of that caliber, she could not help but take flight. The people below her looked up, blankly, and all their shirts became a muddy grey-blue, as if the cloudy sky were below her, wrapping them up. She stopped looking at them, remembering what her father said: Point yourself in the direction you want to go. From where she soared, the horizon looked so very attainable, so she aimed herself that way, and flew.

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