A flier was born. With no wings but a heart that yearns to be in the sky. To head for the horizon. To touch the crimson lines sandwiched between the deep blue sky and the deep blue ocean. To give no regard to boundaries, borders, laws and rules. To be over the clouds...
But then not all can fly, at least on will. So here I am, a well grounded chap, whose heart thrills on seeing a plane take off, envying the captian on whose commands the metal bird pierces the air, and gets where it belongs; In open skies, leaving a contrail of dreams that I just wish would come true one day....
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