…I flew through treetops last night. The night before, I soared high above an ice-covered river, vast like the ocean, with enormous chunks of ice jostling for position as they moved lazily with the current.

I flew above treetops last night. I saw a tiny bird’s nest and almost tore a delicate spider web high up in the branches. It was magical…

Toile-d’araignée

Photo by Daniel Heïkalo

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