Running is flight gifted to the ground - each step offered as a wings caress. We are meant to soar. Gravity is no more than the pull of earth's desire. We are not grounded - flight is as easily attained by stride as by wing. We chose to run and gave ourselves to the kiss of earth and gravity. One day the sky may beckon softly to the soul - and then we choose the gift of wings.
Peace,
Eric
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