The Third Shore · Literary work
Above the Ground, Adrift
By LYJ
Now drifting inward, then outward again—I am neither on the clouds, nor on the ground. I hover in the uncertain air, forever unmoored, forever homeless.
Now drifting inward, then outward again—I am neither on the clouds, nor on the ground. I hover in the uncertain air, forever unmoored, forever homeless.
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