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Being able to close my eyes,

And open my mind to air,

Beyond the walls of present circumstances.

To fantasize at will,

Create ecstatically exotic scenery,

Outside of current realities,

Wings spread, riding thermals across blue skies,

While chaffed feet and aching sores,

Plod through miles of drudgery’s mud.

What else defines true freedom,

But the beauty of borderless imagination?



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