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and we flew like ten million metaphors but without the restraint. I looked below at the clouds convinced beyond science that I could lie on them and float in the sky where it was certain to be perfect as a single tear, that the fluff would not give way and the fall would not be harsh and real like everything else, but what would I know about floating when I've only been falling all my life, so this graceful solidity might be a dream but my convictions will hold me up against the soft tissue of a crumpled nature in my mind and who cares that eventually I will hit ground and know it was just my own illusion. |
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