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  The first day in my new world, I thought I was free. The streets of the city went so far, I couldn’t see their ends. The buildings were long-legged birds; it was wonderful to be underneath them. Sounds were true, not muffled through double-glazed glass. Taxis lurched and wailed, people stood whistling at the kerb, … More Flash fiction: free


Today. The ocean in a blustery wind, so alive and electric I wanted to sing and ride the wind like the birds did. I couldn’t stop marvelling, hairblown and turning, clouds shifting colours and the sea a tumbling roar. This, I thought. THIS. This is what it means to live.