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Flight in the Morning

So here I was right, I am standing on the edge of a cliff that dropped forty feet into the ocean. I was sweating, I felt dizzy, but more important, I was hoping the birds flying back and forth in front of me would not change directions and come my way. The wind was strong at first, but it died down, and I closed my eyes and slowly, I felt like I was flying, with the birds now beside me. Then I felt the wind, warm as it bounced off my skin, then gently fades away, and the air was still and I was still.

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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