Gliding in the poetic blue, content to offer my heartbeat to the heavens, I have found a kind of grace.
As true happiness is steady and soft, the gliding was the same, carried onward by warm updrafts and suspended in that expanded sense of time.
Gliding was as riding upon the breath of God, as if only by divine grace were we flying in the blue.
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