She assembles herself into a single burst — a deer stealing sky between two beats. Feathers of motion scatter the sun, and the city forgets how to hold its breath

She sculpts a moon from muscle and bone, spine a crescent that refuses to break. Stumbling becomes choreography here— every hurdle made into a tender wake.

Her gait’s a secret left to run, drawn from the sinew of the sun. She lifts the earth without regret, in leaps that time can’t quite forget.

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