When I was 5, I could fly. That was an age when I soared in a boundless, timeless openness. I experienced infinity on my stairwell with the tiled linoleum as I flew back and forth, up and down the stairs, in a small house, in a small town, in Indiana in the 60s. In hindsight, I was in a state of being so in tune with my surroundings that I knew no bounds.
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