Against a blinding sun ten wings tilt forward, preparing for ignition. We pretend that each of us feels the adrenaline of that momentum at exactly the same time. Small tears form in ten eyes, but don't fall. For now, they just make everything blurry. Starting right now, a part of us won't do anything but count seconds until we are reunited. What is happening to us, and what are
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