Un couteau dans le coeur
There's a quiet ache in this--how flying and landing mirror the tension of being together and apart. The sky becomes a tender paradox, holding both miracle and melancholy. A beautiful, existential flutter between presence and absence.
Lovely, Adriane!
Thank you 🖤 what a nice compliment!
There's a quiet ache in this--how flying and landing mirror the tension of being together and apart. The sky becomes a tender paradox, holding both miracle and melancholy. A beautiful, existential flutter between presence and absence.
Lovely, Adriane!
Thank you 🖤 what a nice compliment!