As above, so below.
I tried to drop an f-bomb at 13,000 feet and laughed instead.
A grin as genuine as contempt
The black dog got off it's lead
the coat will change as the season turns
lest he strays
from above
to fall below
descending
waiting to join the ones I love
whom I have already left behind
whom I have already left behind
Incredible experience. A rite of passage. A general shedding of psychic connections.
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