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To soar on a paper air plane… As I folded up the pain white paper I wondered what it would be like. If I were small enough to sit right on the edge as it took flight, catching in the wind. How my scarf might dance behind me as the brisk air brushed against my cheeks. Weaving in and out between branches. Up and down. Catching the wind just right so I was flying high with the birds. Up, up, and up! Pinching the folded paper plane between my two fingers, I launched it into the forest and watched it disappear into the trees; imagining it was me.

 

Another Picture it & Write inspiration

 

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/07/06/__picture-it-write-85/

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