Friday November 03, 2023
Leaves and twigs litter the path. Crows caw from bare trees. The canal is calm, it looks like the sky, if not ragged around the edges. I imagine hearing its call, giving in to the coolness, all in the pursuit of knowing what it feels like to fly. Life is often spent figting urges.
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