Flying takes me a little far away, then, quietly and without words, i find myself on the edges, darker than the hills. If it were possible, I would transform every day into a different form of animal or vegetable life. I would, from time to time, be all varieties of flowers or mountain shrubs at the mercy of winds; or I would be a melodious singing bird. I would wander through mountains and seas! Live in the intimate substance of existence, like a naive plant.
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