In manali we fly,
above the trees, rocks, and rivers...
gliding along side the mountains face
graced with water falls.
water falling.
we experience the sky.
this joy that birds partake in every day.
today we fly.
tomarrow we look up and smile.
"surely, I will return one day as a bird of prey."
-----Molly
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