The biggest, fattest gull would swoop down and sit besides us. Watching enviously as we absorbed ourselves in meaningless stories. A ladybird would scuttle across the red blanket we were sitting on, blending in so that its little black dots looked like ants marching along in disorder. It would reach the corner and nosily fly off with the breeze.



In order to soar, one first needs to leap.


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