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Gliding in the poetic blue, content to offer my heartbeat to the heavens, I have found a kind of grace.

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We glided upon the rising air, sun-warmed, soft and free.

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Gliding was as riding upon the breath of God, as if only by divine grace were we flying in the blue.

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As true happiness is steady and soft, the gliding was the same, carried onward by warm updrafts and suspended in that expanded sense of time.