If I fly, I’ll leave footprints on clouds. It will give me a fleeting satisfaction of a task well done, till someone else rewrites history and presents a different picture.

Do I take this flight, or chart a different path – solo, undirected? The door of the cage is open. It is only a matter of time, before I start humming my own tunes, or die unsung.

music of rebellion

knows how the best songs end there

blue expanse unlimited

shackles initiative


What do you see by Helene Vaillant


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