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The closest I'll ever come to flying, is running.
Sometimes when my lungs are clear, the air is cool, and my feet are as light as feathers; I pretend I'm a bird in a cartoon, preparing to take flight. I'll close my eyes and take a slow deep breath until I can't fill my lungs with any more air. Then slowly you exhale while thanking the universe for sending you another fall season. You thank Mother Nature for all her hard work and you promise her you'll slow down and admire her beauty more often.
Running is my therapy.
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