I’ve always been told to fly high, touch the sky, the stars, coz that’s where your dreams reside. So when I did fly low the other day, and I almost could put my hand out and touch the top of the monument, I wondered. Sometimes, flying low, allowed one to reach different pinnacles.
There’s a thought for the day.
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