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“And when we jumped, there was this moment, right before the drop. Shimmering suspension, as if the air around us had turned just a little closer to honey. Just for long enough to let me watch her watching me, her pretty eyes squinched against the sun. Her mouth open wide and round in the fullest laugh, as if she could gulp down all the joy of being with me in the air.
And then we fell, obviously, but that wasn't the point.
Aloft. That was the word I wanted. That feeling both of freedom and not being alone.
Aloft is what we'd had that day, what Niko always meant to me.”
― Lana Popović, Fierce Like a Firestorm