It's the sweet smell that's captivated her. As cliche as it sounds, it's the sweet smell of freedom. She lifts both her arms up in the air and closes her eyes, slowly embracing every little moment and feeling that seeps through her body. A rush of air blows right through her body, her hair, blows through her mind. Up here, she owns everything. Up here, she is consumed with power. She savours every drop of adrenaline her body offers and jumps... into the unknown... into the world below.
Until then.
xx
So pleased you like the selections:D So much good stuff out there if one only has the bravado to find it:D
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Oz is wet at the moment, a little too tropical, but I ain’t complaining, 'tis nice and warm^_^ ... in a few weeks I will be back in the cold. But oddly am looking forward to it - more the people and places than the cold, though:)
p.s. sounds like a gnarly base jumping experience:)
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