Gold embraced the pavement.
Manhattan’s skyline pierced the clouds, swarms of gulls drawing sutures between buildings.
Icarus could have flown unscathed across the horizon, if only he had adjusted upwards a couple degrees.
I’m glad you asked.
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I used to focus on the blackness between the stars.
Now I want to burn brighter than a supernova.
Christopher Lange. 