Fallen

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        I’m . . . falling. I feel the wind pass through me. Flightless, floating in the clouds. Wind rushing at me. I feel . . . bare, naked. I try to open my blue eyes to my surroundings, but can’t. My eyelids are glued shut. I try to scream, but nothing escapes my lips. What is happening . .  to me. 

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