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The cool wind pushed through my thin frame and send a chill up my spine.

It was early December and everything was already covered in fresh layers of snow.  I kicked my legs weakly and the loud creaking that came from the old swing filled the empty air as I was lifted

up

up

up

into the sky

The creaking got louder and louder and with each swing I prayed the chains would break

so I could fly.

It was early December, and I couldn't feel anything.

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