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Thursday, February 4, 2010

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Flying High
I opened the door, the wind
Hit my face, and suddenly I was
Flying high in the blue, through the
White, over the green, and under
The yellow; and maybe I'm crazy
But I wasn't afraid as there
Was this feeling of safety--like if I
Were to veer off track, someone would right
Me and everything would be okay--
Along with this sense of carelessness,
Because unlike the ground, there
Weren't any red lights, caution signs,
Pot holes, or road blocks hindering
My travel, only a few others in their
Own free flight; and then I realized
That I wasn't flying alone, God had
Been by my side the entire time
And we were on this journey together. 

- Kidd

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