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Rising, dearie.

“Hello there! Are you ok?”
“Oh hello, yes I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“Well, because you are falling and you don’t seem to be able to fly.”
“Oh no, haha, I’m not falling!”
“Your not?”
“Oh, no, quite the opposite, I’m RISING .”
“Your…rising.”
“Yes, that’s right, I’m rising! Would you like to rise with me?”
“How? Do I just think happy thoughts?”
“No, of course not. You just climb on top of something big, jump off,”
“Yes…”
“And then you turn the world upsidedown and rise toward the ground!”
“Oh, and what happens when you get there?”
“Dear, dear, you MISS IT of course!”
“Miss…it?”
“Yes, dear you miss it!”
“Can you do that?”
“Oh of course you can, dearie, come on, I’ll show you!”

Imagine, please.

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