If you have wings, where would you fly to?
Last night I dreamt that I had wings.
With my wind-swept hair, I flew over snow-covered mountain tops. I flew where the eagles soared high.
I flew over oceans with waves taller than trees.
I flew where bubbling brooks and rivers flowed in rhythm.
I flew through the mist of the clouds in the sky.
I flew through meadows filled with butterflies amongst marigolds, daffodils and dandelions.
I loved every moment when I was flying over and through unexplored places where I have never been to.
I have never felt so free and joyous for a long time.
But there was something amiss as I enjoyed my flight because the farther I went, the heavier my heart felt.
I would have flown farther away to discover more enchanting places but I did not.
I started to go back where the dream started.
I flew back home.
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