Sometimes and at most times, the best of scenic bonjour is confined outside our urban vendetta. Flying high, with poise and painted with blue.
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Standalone
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.