Journal: A dream of flying

Dream, 12/16

I was flying low to the ground, sometimes in a gym with kids, sometimes over water but I was flying low, struggling to get higher then it would just happen. I was outside and an older man in work clothes, big guy, encouraged me, was so kind and I was able to soar. He was so proud of me, like King of Pentacles.

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