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When I was diagnosed with cancer back in the '90s, I found myself daydreaming of a world less defined. A place where the rules bent gently, like reeds in the tide. I wanted to break my bonds-not just of illness, but of gravity, of breath, of the body itself. I imagined a realm where gravity wasn't a force of confinement, but a kind of kindness. It didn't pul —it released. It sang in soft harmonics, lifting even the heaviest hearts into the sky.
In that world, oxygen was optional. We could walk the ocean floor without tanks or fear, our footsteps stirring phosphorescent trails in the sand. The sea was warm and forgiving, and above us, the clouds swelled like gentle waves. Whales breached not from water, but from mist-leviathans of the sky, their songs echoing through the atmosphere like lullabies for the soul.
Illness has no place here. It couldn't find footing in a world so fluid, so free. The body was light, the spirit lighter. And gravity? It was no longer a law. It was a choice.
It was a melody. A whisper that said, "You may stay, or you may soar! I imagined that melody, and I put it on paper for Beth; "GRAVITY"
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