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Soaring Above
Height as temporary citizenship.
From above, roads look like sentences someone abandoned mid-thought. The bird knew that already. I learn it late, neck tilted, jealous without admitting it.
Soaring is not freedom forever. It is altitude on loan — gust accepted, trust in wing, landing still required.
Perspective is the payment.
The bird descends before I finish my lesson.
JV · Dark Heart Labs