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59/366. Drifting towards the Skydive Arizona wind tunnel in a balloon, the green strip of grass around the swooping pond stands out in the early morning desert.
still healing and grateful to be flitting along
a year ago today … my wing was dislodged in a flurry of gusts and feathers. yes indeed, i fell, far from being graceful. but yet i survived, with as much gratitude and grace as i could muster. i couldn’t have done it though (so sucessfully, that is) without my beloved partner. he was there…