July 19, 2008
By Kenia Shinagawa, Avondale, AZ

I would ever like to run with the wind, feeling it guide me to the right place. I've always wanted the air to carry me as I let go of my instincts. I wished the air will whisper it's many secrets in my ear. I wanted to jump up and forever remain in the air, but for some reason something always kept pulling me back, gravity.

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