09 | Behind the Eyes of Saudade

“There were times my eyes got heavy. Images would flash in my head of what it was like to fall. I’m not sure, but it seemed like it wasn’t a straight shot down. The fall felt almost like flying.

But only for a second. The fear would do its job, the adrenaline would surge back in and jolt me awake.

Back to pace. One foot after the other.”

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