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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.
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Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
"the impossible turn"
"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching, to shape warmth from wire.
To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften.
To burn the mold, to kneel in ash, to rise listening.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
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