My body craves a little less gravity. Then perhaps, I wouldn't feel so low. So weighed down. I dream of bouncing, of near weightlessness. I am electified by the fluidity, unencumbered by my full mass. My particles have more elbow room. I am feather light and invincible. A moon maiden, but doused in oxygen and surrounded by trees and city blocks. City smells and pine. I would be more spirit than flesh, with just a little less gravity.
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