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The
air is white here.
My body is weightless.
I am swimming
slowly
through coldness.
Nature's colours are bright.
More
vivid than any dream.
I see orange cliffs at strange angles
and
the deepest blue river below.
This is pure ecstasy.
But I
am a bird without wings
and the water whispers to me
as I
fall.
Silence is the final call.
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