Journeys taken in times long past: I remember traveling all over the provinces and continents.

My tiny hands were always held.
On the left side by my mom.
On the right by my dad.
And sometimes when we walked, I would look up into the sky - first in one direction, then in another.
They were so tall, and fair, and beautiful.
The three of us made quite a sight all over the world.

So I had learned how to take leave by the age of six.
I have yet to learn to fly.

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