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Written & illustrated by Younwoo Cho

To those who experience a world unseen,with their boundless creativity and imagination — perceiving not with their eyes, but with the depth of their hearts.

I always wonderwhat it would be like to move freelywithout having to careif I bump into anything.Today, I will nd out.Because it is the day of the marathon.

I clutch the leash of my guide dog,and stand on the start line.I hear shufing shoes and people giving high ves.A booming voice startles me."On your mark, get set, go!"

The heat of the day makes my skin cry.

Are there dragons blowing reballs in the sky?

I must be passing by the park.I hear the creaking swing and the squeals of children that fade and come back around.

I wonder where the swing takes them.Maybe far up where the clouds are?

The splashing sound of mad water.There must be a fountain near me.I wonder what would happen if I accidentally fell in.Will great white sharts be at the bottom, waiting to bite me?Or maybe I'll ride the orcas, all the way to the sea.

I feel the cushiony grass underneath my feet,and imagine I sink far far into the ground.Would there be a hidden city,with people like me?

I hear loud clickety-clacks in the sky.Could those be giants having a tea party with blueberry pie?clickety-clackclickety-clack

I hear loud clickety-clacks in the sky.Could those be giants having a tea party with blueberry pie?clickety-clackclickety-clack

Running freely was not as good as I thought.It feels like I'm lost forever, with nowhere to go.Did I end up in a deep dark forest?Where did everyone go?The smell of owers tickles my nose.I hear buzzing bees go by.They must be lost too, I suppose.

Running freely was not as good as I thought.It feels like I'm lost forever, with nowhere to go.Did I end up in a deep dark forest?Where did everyone go?The smell of owers tickles my nose.I hear buzzing bees go by.They must be lost too, I suppose.

Do you hear that?From left and right people shout, "Go, go, go!"The end seems near.

From left and right people shout, "Go, go, go!"The end seems near.The others only see the nish line,and run like horses on a racetrack,because no one wants to be last.

But that is ne.Because I saw a beautiful worldthat no one else can feelthrough my one-of-a-kind eyes.