Cassandra’s Race to Learn

The sun sparkled on a calm ocean.
She perched on a sand dune, watching.
‘He’s not your type.’
‘What do you mean not my type?’
‘Look at him. He’s never still. He flies’ at break next speed. He’s always trying to better himself.’
‘And, what’s wrong with that.’
‘It’s pointless…why bother learning more than the simple facts.’
She was alone again.
‘Hi.’ It was him.
‘Hi,’ she said.
‘Join me?’
‘Up there?’ She looked to the heavens.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Cassandra Gull.’
‘I’m Jonathan Livingston.’ He was already at 5000 feet. ‘No limits Cassandra…we are an unlimited idea of freedom.’

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