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SWINGS

Our feet were flying. The summer wind slaps our hair. The girls' laughter was loud! Lights glistened and the dizziness faded.

My thoughts were flying, then reality slapped my face, and the laughter stopped. My eyes glistened and the dizziness escalated.

Sometimes we can only fly so high  before the carnival ride starts to come down. Sometimes I can only laugh so hard before the denial of my reality hits.

Maybe I'm always dizzy or maybe it just makes me stable.

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