Rule: Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt “Jump” with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

Jumping. I jump. I jumped. I am jumping. Am I? Sometimes I don’t feel like a loan reed. I want to, but then I remember I am small. But do I jump like a small person? I love two year old jumpers. They are so full of excitement, they build the anticipation, but then they jump and their feet don’t actually come off the ground. I hope I don’t jump like a kid. I see my direction. I could sort of fall into it. Stumble. But I want to live with purpose. Is it purposely or purposefully? Purposefully. I am sure of it. Here I go.

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Jump.