You are on top of a cliff. A lost seagull, some dark-threatening clouds, waving grass. The sound of silence, hairs dancing in the winds. You look down. White-whirling foam, thrashing the rocks. No idea how deep the water is. It doesn't matter how high you stand. You know how to swim. You'll survive this. Just jump. Feel the wind. Live.
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