I was always afraid of flying.  Not in an airplane, per se, but flying as the birds do: to soar above, face to the wind, and really see what there is to see, all from my view at the top.  Throughout my life there have been days that I thought I may jump off the proverbial cliff, certain that I would fall to my death, and those were the days in which I would have never ventured that close.  But today--today was different.  As I perched on the top of the chain-link fence separating me from river and rocks, swallows circled perilously, quickly, sing-song in the fading light; and today--today was different.

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