I will float above the grasses, my fingertips glancing upon each blade. I will wish myself into a whisper to faintly skirt the trees, an airiness out of my ordinary, all lightness of being contained within my skin. I will turn my body unto the sun to feel its warmth sink into limbs grown cold and pale with the passing of each season. My lungs will fill and empty again and again, propelling me into a sky where even gravity’s pull cannot reach. And it is there I will find a freedom from the weight of all I know.
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