Why can't we touch the skies? Why can't we reach for the stars and take a handful of them? Why? Everyone asks why, but do we know why? Do we lie? Why can't we see the air, is it really there? Why is the ocean blue and green? I wonder why we all ask why, when everyone themself doesn't know? When will I fly? I don't want people to think when or why, I want them to think how. How can we fly? Imagen the thing you want to accomplish, and let your mind travel.
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