Briefly she steals a peek over her shoulder, curious to see who or what is propelling her higher and higher up with the songbirds, into the expanse of a cloud-flecked sky. Enchanted by the flow of her departure, the eyes attempt to trace the outer edges of her exiting shadow. With a winning smile she bears down one last time before pushing off. In unison her hands let go the rope – her body splayed and weightless cast in a glorious arc, extends itself out beyond the frame. Favouring this freedom, her spirit immediately surrenders to the unknown geography advancing on the other side, while everything once familiar, dizzily recedes.
An outline of an incident transpiring sometime before, exists now in the guise of a memory. In its recall, the spark of its reflection carries with it the inscription of a freedom song intensifying in an abstract of light. Drawing it out, a tiny part of self is relived. And even when the image fades and seems no more, its essence shall linger.
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She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.
– Frank Deford
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