The valley was wide,
Violet and shimmering,
Placid in the morning mist.
I built up tension until I vaulted off,
The sensation exhilarating
And burning scary at the same time.
A hundred hang gliders
Suspended in the wind
Sailing the direct atmosphere
Their rainbow wings
Flapping.
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