"Do you think one day we'll be able to fly?" he asked her. She thought about it for a while and eventually shrugged.
"I don't see why not," she said. He looked her in the eyes and grabbed her hand.
"Do you think we could fly today?" he questioned her with intensity in his eyes.
"I don't know," she paused. "Why?"
"I'd quite like to fly. Wouldn't you?" He led her up onto the top of the two story they had worked too hard to afford. "Will you fly away with me?" he asked her.
"Where would we fly to?" she replied. He pointed up, gesturing to the stars.
"To a better place," was his answer. He squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. With their minds made up, they leaped off the roof and soared away.
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Querencia
Poetry=many very short stories and quotes= querencia (n) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home, the place where you are your most authentic self
