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I clutch onto the ballon.
My feet dangle, as they skim over fluffy specks of dust I tie the string around my hand and promise to never let it go. Just my balloon and me. It catches onto a slight breeze, bobbing and weaving past razor sharp mountains. My heart rockets, ready to blast off into the horizon. Complete bliss fueling the engine. But all it takes is a single branch, beneath the bustle of green blades, to pop what is fragile. Flimsy string slips from my grip as I plummet back to planet Earth.
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