They rise from the runway as colossal iron birds, their wings flexing with a living, thunderous grace. The air trembles with the beat of engines like vast hearts, and the wind smells of rain, oil, and hot metal. For a moment, the whole horizon seems to be migrating.
When the Sky Grew Feathers
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