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"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
.
Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
flight ready
I will not let the weight
of old winds bend
your wings any longer.
You will soar, not for escape,
but for discovery.
We will carve the sky
into new stories,
where no shadow lingers,
and no voice drags you back.
Your flight is not borrowed—
it belongs to you. So,
take-off in fresh winds’ lift.
Wednesday 21st May 2025 4:49 am
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