Abstract
A sudden opening of landscape, atmosphere, circumstance. What it must be like to encounter a ghost. But that’s not right. Not otherworldly or ethereal, but solid, pushing air out of the way like water stripped of resistance. A moving center, coasting along a vertical plane with a wild echoing shout, then rising effortlessly until just a speck, not even a speck, in the wide sky.
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