<P>I wasn't even thinking about moving my wings in the right way anymore, it just happened. Like breathing. I was getting more daring, so I tried to move forward. It was easy; no problem at all. Then I started diving, pulling up, making small loops, banking from left to right. It was as if I'd known how to do it all my life.
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<P>I swept across the city. It was such an eye-opening perspective. I could really see how the city was put together. Of course I'd flown by airplane before, but this was different. I was far more free. And much closer to the city, close enough to see the people below me. I felt as if I had previously been strapped to the ground, and now the straps were released.
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<P>I saw my girlfriend's apartment. My ex-girlfriend I corrected myself. We'd been seeing each other for almost a year and a half, and I had been just about to buy her a ring when she broke up with me the day before. Strangely, I felt not even sadness. I continued my flight across the city.
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<P>The next day, I could no longer fly, but my wings are still here. In a way.