how the world speeds up as he descends, faster faster faster with the runway a river’s silver strip stretching out in front of him, and landing on the water isn’t the harsh jolt of concrete but a glide as though across ice or glass, before settling, the water cupping the hull and holding him afloat.
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how the world speeds up as he descends, faster faster faster with the runway a river’s silver strip stretching out in front of him, and landing on the water isn’t the harsh jolt of concrete but a glide as though across ice or glass, before settling, the water cupping the hull and holding him afloat.
John in his element *happy sigh*.