shot of joy to one stop jump, 06.04.2019

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he's home, but only for a moment. he rises (rises) into the air, spins so that his stomach faces the sun. saltwater glistens from his chest as he smiles at the apex of his bound, just before turning another half turn and landing ready to pursue you with singularity of purpose. you are away, intent on good times at a still parade. time goes by, still like.