The parachute fails
Something whistles
And there is a feeling now of
The stomach fluttering hollowly
Rushing
Somewhere
The sun on the water
Not directly below
Detail and
Leaves in wind
Or is that the canvas
Flapping
Effortlessly
Gravity's bullet
Careens into the
Treeline
The trees bloom
With twisted cables
Of a strange fruit
BlackSheepRising [2014-01-28 15:24:13 +0000 UTC]
Pretty good for "rusty".
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