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What do I do with this longing? no bags can carry it. I grab at the mist it floats around my head, clouding my vision. Outstretched hand returns with nothing. An inkling of wetness, or something. Waiting for the vibration in my pocket a sensation as close to aviation as I can find. To a dragonfly's wings.
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Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 11:53 AM UTC
The drive from Lancaster
What do I do with this longing? no bags can carry it. I grab at the mist it floats around my head, clouding my vision. Outstretched hand returns with nothing. An inkling of wetness, or something. Waiting for the vibration in my pocket a sensation as close to aviation as I can find. To a dragonfly's wings.
Jayelbe
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Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 11:53 AM UTC
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