The plan was to walk on the lights and turn the bulbs on
with every step.
The plan was to be so fast that by the time the light went
on, I was on my next step.
The plan was to glide against the wire, uninterrupted by the
little buds of bulbs that grew out of it.
The plan was to swing on it, and swivel the bulbs till they
were emancipated into a ring of fire, and then lie down on the wire and pretend
it was my halo.
The plan was to be fairy.
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