Chapter 4: Dreaming of Falcons

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A harsh wind strikes my face with the strength of Goliath. It's icy, frigid, and unforgiving. The wind twists, pulls, and tries with all it's might to fold me. I am not afraid, and dance with this force of nature. My muscles burn but I relish the pain. This is what it feels like to be alive.

The next moment I'm falling. Time moves slowly as I'm pulled down by gravity. I drink in the life of this moment, literally gulping the oxygen deprived air. I tuck my chin, my slender body slicing through the air. The feeling is familiar, like I've always relished hurtling headfirst towards the Earth.

I want to live in this moment forever. My wings snap open, suddenly, and perfectly. A new wind drifts under my feathers and carries me on it's current.

This is a wonderful dream....

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