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title: Flight
week: 14
date: 2025-04-08
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precisely folded, in a pack,\
strapped on tight to adventurer's back:\
this daredevil I serve,\
as we fall, twist, and swerve

I'm gripped by her brain,\
always up in this plane:\
in my strength she can trust,\
leaning back, a strong gust

we fall, free and wild,\
lucidity like a child:\
my time coming soon,\
together, we're attuned

all at once, familiar tug,\
I spread out, a broad rug:\
the wind beneath my sails,\
slowed, the view details

down lower we float,\
no longer remote:\
we land safe on the shore,\
fold and reset me once more
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I leap with hand on withers as my guide\
To hoist myself atop his scaly back\
I find my place there saddled forward loin\
Now braced with hand on pommel stapped to crest

With small squeeze I sign for a swift rise\
A bold rush to great hight by wings beat\
I'm struck by the sharp bite of cold wind\
And weights ease that lifts me in deep dive