There is nothing better than the sound heavy boots make on tarmac, the rain and the cold wind in your face…
You feel you can close your eyes, leave ground, fly…
But then the real world grips a hold of you again, the tarmac sucks you back, and you stop to catch your breath. We were never meant to fly…

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