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The wind spreads her fingers through my hair,

Causing it to stand on end and stretch out behind me,

The Earth is rapidly moving below me,

The great speeds cause me to feel as though my brain was left miles away,

All I can do is open my mouth and scream,

A primordial scream full of all my desires and fears,

I travel a great distance in a split second,

Time stands still for a perfect 2 minute ride of pure satisfaction,

Then, all is silent until a laugh escapes,

I catch my breath and enjoy the leftover tingling thrill,

Of the rollercoaster ride.