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Face forward 

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Helium became the wings of a balloon and takes it to the skies

Wind blows and brushes the dandelion’s pappus off its home 

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Let go. Catch not what cannot be caught. The sail will find its new anchor.

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It was a warm afternoon
I was aching .. and sweaty
There was music in the background
He held me and we danced