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2 Jun

She stood there, at the top. She spread her arms out and lifted her face to the sky. The wind swirled around her, pulling at her hair. She was alone. It was perfect for her. No worries, nothing wrong. People always complicated things.

After a minute, she dropped to the ground and lay on her back, her eyes still closed. And yet, something was missing. What was it? She thought. It was quiet, no one bothering her, asking her for a favor or demanding she come help them. And yet, she could feel it in her bones – that missing thing. She sat up and opened her eyes. With one hand she reached out to grab something – something that wasn’t there. She was human, after all, and we humans cannot survive alone. Maybe alone wasn’t equivalent to perfection. Maybe, to find perfection, we need another person.

She quickly got up and started walking down the hill. No use looking for heaven all alone. 

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