Higher Than the Flags

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She stands where stone ends and sky begins, and she does not flinch. Balloons climb around her like wishes let loose from clenched fists. Flags snap in a wind that carries festival and nerve. Her helmet rests at her hip, face bare, gaze lifted toward whatever comes next. Keep her for the days you need reminding what it feels like to look up and mean it. Show more