As I stand on the top of the hill overlooking the city, I think silently. I think about the people who live in this city, how far away are they? Can I see them from here? Do they know I'm looking over them? Probably not. I smile, hoping someone from below catches the flicker of light my teeth reflects. I continue to look ahead, I can feel the wind now, swaying me left.
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Bit of a Captain America moment there. Standing proudly over the city with those rippling muscles.
Except the rippling muscles...
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