Free

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Skin.”

If I got to be anything other than me I would be a bird. The thought of being that “free” gives me chills. The good kind. Imagine it: you can do anything, go anywhere, see everything in a matter of hours or minutes.  Soaring through clouds and trees, over mountains and oceans. You are free.

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