human sky tendrils of flaxen wind dance unbeknownst,   billows & curls into incandescent orbs, blinded- blinks, and heaves open   the mouth and its million raindrops, faint caress of song lingers, a heavy fog; and shoulder blades beg to beat faster to the tune of flight, arms flail solo- a slow push and legs…

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