The Dull Insistence of Gravity

  “What did it mean to fly? A tremor in your soul, To resist the dull existence of gravity.” On this, the completion of my 42nd circumnavigation of the sun, on this little satellite we call home, spinning through the seemingly infinite darkness of space, it gives me reason to pause and remember that we are only held in place by the gravity of the earth and the sun. Tied to the dirt, the only home I will ever know,...

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