I glide upon the evening breeze
Carried effortlessly and silently, gently forwards, slowly downwards,
With breath-taking views all around
It’s been a while since I’ve flown so high,
Felt the freedom of just being there
Unattached from the ground
The flight, no matter how short,
Is always a welcome change.
The Mansionic Perspective 
Sounds so magical Tom. Did you grow wings, or what?
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Not this time, Sylvia… I just opened my mind and took to the sky! 🙂
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Oh, to soar on the wings of an eagle… maybe with the help of a magical book?🤔🦅
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Yes, a book where the spine has a saddle and the pages become wings. I can hear the pages, Chris, gently rustling with a soft silky velvety tone as they flap to get us airborne! 🙂
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Perfect!!
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🙂
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