there's nothing you can do, no way you can force them to love or understand. you have to step backward off the cliff, and let the water be your trampoline. as you fall, you feel the warm air rushing through you and realize you are the water, and the air, and the cliff. they are in your reality, and they cannot destroy it with a whispered curse. these cliffs are older than their imagining, this water deeper than their eyes. only you can die in the fall, and instead you choose to fly.

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