I can’t remember the last time I made a paper airplane. Do you remember how they each flew differently but were folded the same? Each crease of our imagination, when it flew, we would watch with fascination. Weighed down by too many thoughts and prayer, I question why it never goes anywhere. But when a friend makes one and I see it fly, I can’t help but smile and give it another try.
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There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field. Its green so pristine, emeralds shine every foot and fathom. When the wind blew, it would bend the watery knolls in its wake. I have never seen such clouds— mistaking it for Dragon’s Breath. Forming dense patches, my curiosity taunts me to reach for it. The slopes never touched the sky as if unworthy for heaven. It made the dangerous faces so inviting. There were no trees, but this place radiated life. Tucked away and untouched by civilization, my peace. When the time comes to move on from this world, I would love to go there again. This place of Evergreen.