“Is this heaven? No, it’s Iowa”

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I used to dream a lot of flying.

Not flying, really.

Soaring. Lifting right off the ground.

I could do it whenever I wanted.

Just slip free of the earth

and look down from on high.

Maybe it’s because I grew up here,

where the sky is wide

and there’s a lot of room to soar.

Or maybe it’s because

I never really felt

rooted

anywhere.

The wind was always

going somewhere.

Urging me

to come along.

 

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