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I'm walking up a steep hill like California Street going up to the on Nob Hill. Steep, but not too steep. People are looking at me. I walk a little prouder. Gravity is pulling me down so that I am almost horizontal with the ground as I go up the hill. I realize that if I turn around, the situation will be opposite. I turn and immediately am flying with the greatest of ease. I don't need to flap my arms. I don't even need to go head first. I can go sideways if I want, or upside down. It doesn't matter. I'm travelling a dirt road towards my . I wonder "Why is the road to my parents house a rutted and rocky dirt road? They live in a huge and beautiful house." I decide that the dirt road conceals the treasures at the end of the road so that casual seekers or robbers won't think to look there. |
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First written Sat, Aug 23, 1997 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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