The exercise:
Today's prompt: flying.
Mine:
Feet leave earth, propelling me skyward. My eyes are locked on the stars, I don't look backward. I dodge trees and power lines, feeling awkward.
Birds are jealous, I'm faster than a rocket. I'll keep going until I can put stardust in my pocket.
Through the clouds I continue to climb, higher and higher. Suddenly I'm surrounded by angel fliers. They laugh and play with me - God loves a tryer.
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