#singpowrimo #singpowrimoday2 #haoguang To Icarus Air travel is still the same— the same sea stippled like scrap metal, rippling like tiled roofs, the same horizon still ruled by implacable sun. White fists still clenched on ascent. Popped ears fill with the same static silence. The same expansive escape, the same sharply angled air, the father who still takes care of himself first before tending to the same still wide-eyed, still suspended son. The same pale imitation of wings. attn Jerrold Yam hahaha
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 22:09:29 +0000
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