One stormy night, my five-year-old daughter Lily, walked outside in her pajamas after the storm had passed. The wind was blowing - I mean howling. She stood at the edge of the concrete for a moment, then spread her arms as if to fly. She stayed like that for quite some time - thank goodness the camera was close by. For just a few moments, she was peaceful, then she stormed back in the house to torment her brother!
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