Freedom. The ability to fly on the winds with nothing and no one to hold me back. Wings so grand that they can hold me aloft as I rush through the skies of the world. Seeing everything, yet not a part of it, and at the same time, being a part of it.
That is my fantastic whimsical wonderful dream since I was a child.
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If so, we should meet up.
(This is Kristin, one of Becca's friends, btw. You met me in the library.)
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That is my fantastic whimsical wonderful dream since I was a child.
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