The evening wore that tired orange again, the kind the sky gets when it’s been up all night working. Somewhere past the ridge, a helicopter’s low thrum kept time with a heart that didn’t want to slow down yet.
I used to think aliveness meant ease. Lately, I’ve come to realize that it also means precision; how the body knows what to do when the world tilt…
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