The Thrill

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Every time I jump it’s a thrill. The thrill that the shoot won’t open. The thrill of the wind in my face. The thrill of what seems to be real flight, but this time the thrill is different; This time I won’t see you at the bottom, because this time I won’t pull the shoot.





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