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(« The flying » by Anchise Picchi) i remember, once, i couldn't walk sure, i could move by myself but i couldn't walk perhaps, i didn't feel the need to possibly, i was happy crawling on hands and knees yet, i could see and from what i could see, others were walking obviously, they had stood up, and they were walking and i was not, but hey, i was happy crawling and then one day, i don't remember…