The big white bird soared into the sky. The warm wind blew towards Blair.
He's flying again! Just like in the memory!
Suddenly, he heard his grandson's exclamation, and then the glider fell.
Blair's last memory was the howling wind in his ears, and the distant Moon Lake that he had never reached in his life.
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This is a dream of mine.
I have always felt that flying under the blue sky is a very happy thing, as free as a bird. I even dream of traveling through the universe, but it's impossible in this life.
Hence this short article. I don't even know where to start when it comes to choosing tags and genres.
I don't think what I wrote is very good, I just expressed my thoughts.
What I only hope is that after reading this article, you will feel a little urge to fly when you look at the birds in the sky, and I will be very satisfied.
Thank you.
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