Brenda's p.o.v
Going higher and higher up with the birds into the clouds, you can't turn back around. You reach
down and grab ahold of me. You give me a brief glimpse and taste of Heaven.

Brenda's p.o.v
Going higher and higher up with the birds into the clouds, you can't turn back around. You reach
down and grab ahold of me. You give me a brief glimpse and taste of Heaven.
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