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Freedom comes to me in trampolines, wooden swing sets, and 108-story buildings in Chicago.

I have only flown off of two of those things, arms clinging to the air and sunlight like birdless feathers in a summer storm, yelling for the concrete to rescue me.

And it always does.



	Freedom comes to me in trampolines, wooden swing sets, and 108-story buildings in Chicago. I have only flown off of two of those things, arms clinging to the air and sunlight like birdless feathers in a summer storm, yelling for the concrete to rescue me. And it always does.

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