Soaring through the air, the plane uses it’s two wings for support. That’s until a strong gust of wind tore it from the sky like a page from a notebook. After smashing to the ground, the plane is now a balled up piece of paper. Eager to make it fly again I walk over, unballed it and folded each corner making it good as new. This time when I threw it, I used so much power that my shoulder felt tight and was in desperate need of a massage. The angry wind that landed my plane earlier was now replaced with a lilac, soft wind that danced with my paper plane like a two-step. After 15 seconds of their routine, the wind could no longer support its dance partner, sending it into a direct nose dive: Destination – The Lake. I sprinted full speed to where my creation would land. I could save it from a crash but if it got wet, all it’s passengers would drown. In a full sprint I am now 10 feet from the lake….
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