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It's easy. I laugh at myself, wondering not why I can fly, but why I ever thought that I could not fly. I lift my arms up and there I am, flying over everything. Over the birds hanging precariously on telephone wires, over slate grey rooftops, over the streaming highways, the burnt grass of foothills, the ice covered mountains to the sea. And finally, I fly over the sky into a night far beyond anything I have ever seen.