Posted on March 3, 2014 by Mariapoem while flying over the middle of the country A peek above the clouds reveals a glimpse of heaven. The blue is bluer. The white — purer. How could it be otherwise? I stand feet firmly on the ground. Daring to look up. Daring to fly. . Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related