i stood on the cliff, looking down
"about 150 meters," muttered a voice in my head
"more like 200," i replied weakly

i took a few steps back and paused
"this is it," i heard in my left ear.

my knees were rubber, spots appeared before my eyes
"don't go wobbly on me!" my left ear told me "start running - now!"

i closed my eyes, gripped the metal crossbar, and sprinted over the cliff

the updraft hit the silk and held me aloft - motionless
i love para-sailing
but i hate the take offs.

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