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Freedom
I am standing on the the soft white sand of a beautiful beach, the water so blue it brings tears to my eyes. A soft gentle breeze tossles my hair. In my hand I hold a single, bright , shiny, blue balloon. I look out across the water; the swells of the waves. Today I think , I am going to fly . I am going to soar out across that water, feel the freedom, smell the salty water as the sprays dampen my face. I am truly going to fly. A smile tugs the corners of my mouth. I look at the bright blue balloon again and I calmly ask it, "Are you ready?" "Are you ready to soar, my friend?" In answer, it tugs gently in my hand. "Well what are we waiting for?" I give a hop. Nothing, hmm.. I jog forward and give a little hop. Nothing... Well. I burst forward, running and jump as high as I can. Nothing. Disappointment fills me. I drop my head and slowly, with balloon in tow, I begin to walk down the white sandy beach. The blue balloon again, tugs in my hand. "We can't do it" I tell it , "It wont work.". Then, with a smile, I say "We can do it can't we?" I lift my arm high in the air, the ballloon tugging harder and harder. Slowly I let my fingers open and watch as my friend starts to lift upward into the beautiful sky. With a sigh, I close my eyes. The picture of my blue friend fills my mind. I spread my arms wide and with him I soar. Freedom.
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