The Flight
The Flight Through the gap between coffee and breakfast slipped a small raw pain. There was enough time, in the free fall, for a walk across a wasteland behind a glass pane under the sky unlit and white; for a book or two (some quite voluminous); for many wise advices and a self-harm just to probe. In the free fall, it shot through several palms, burnt through more than one bed sheet, tore through various safety nets, the small raw pain uncatchable unstoppable goldwinged. (from “Exit Wounds”)

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This is so very beautiful! Are you the author?
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Thank you for your time and attention, I’m so garteful. Yes, I am the author.
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