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4d
As they were documenting
the height they are about to fall from,
I dropped my camera.
Some secrets are better left buried.

The sea
was once everything i needed.
The ornamental, the accidental.
The absolute is.

Night rolls in to stand watch
a film in which i play everyone,
a scene that refuses to end.
end.

Staring at the monster
who looks enough like me
to be me.
me.
August 8, 2025. Westwards in the clouds above North America. Flight from NYC to LA.
Evelyn Yining Chen
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Evelyn Yining Chen  17/F/intheclouds
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