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In The Air

I feel something in the air.

It’s not the cool breeze pushing through my hair.

Now, I start to feel it on the ground. I can’t be the only one because there’s so many people around.

A rush of adrenaline courses through my veins like how water flows in a river.

How do I explain it? I suppose it feels like good sportsmanship from the victor.

Like watching the basket of the roses and sunflowers, I can watch them as they grow for hours.

Or when the sunset falls into the night.

Like rising to the sky until the world below is the only thing in sight.

I just don’t know how to explain, but the feeling is always there calling my name.

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