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One day when I’m little more
than bones and breath, 
may I remember this day
standing at the red edge 
of sheer sandstone cliffs, 
unmoving,
while the peregrine falcon
made spirals at the rim—
may I remember how,
with no effort of its own,
my heart became a fierce 
and wide-winged thing, 
carried by currents 
invisible and uplifting, 
how I circled into 
impossible blue,
and for a moment
I was only soaring heart—
and that was everything.

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