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Yes, in that dim-lit night, one or two thoughts rose to the surface. I simply closed my eyes, turned them over once again, and slowly began to fly. Where I was going, when I would descend and finally land— I had no idea. I only let the wind carry me, obediently. Since I did not particularly mind, I tried, half-heartedly, to imitate that faint contrail far off in the sky.