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My eyes open.
I see a blue sky. Small ribbons of clouds. It's beautiful.
My arms are outstretched like a bird. But I can't move.
A plane passes over. My eyes don't follow. They water.
A blurred face appears. "It's OK son, stay still, there's an ambulance coming."
I wonder where my bike has gone.
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