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A Sense of Falling

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Leaving behind the smooth black surface,
my feet fly upwards.
I reach a height so high that I’m forced to squeeze my eyes shut.
The deep, bright orange of the setting sun warms my eyelids and face.
I fall back to the black surface below.
I open my eyes just before I collide
with the canvas
that keeps me from crashing to the ground.
The canvas rubs against my face,
and I smell rubber
until I stand up unsteadily in the clear, cool night air.
The sun’s orange light sinks behind the trees,
letting the shadows out to jump along with me.
Finally, the shadows convince me
there isn’t enough room for the both of us,
and I return to the dark green ground.




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