That Moment

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There is that one moment when flying. That one moment. That singular moment when the wheels leave the ground.

There is nothing graceful in how we achieve it. It is a brutal act. We fling ourselves hard, hard down a strip of dirt burning every ounce of energy we have until the ground can no longer hold us and the air must take us. We are pushed back. Suddenly, a gasp, and we are airborne.

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