Like the caged canary or the tethered falcon, I am smothered by my need for unfettered freedom this morning. Yet so much sorrow creates a downdraft.
Set me free, let me arc into that great unknown void which is a future bereft of your solid rationality. I yield to its deep sadness as my heart shudders in fear.
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