 Re: Project Falcon
The lithe swallow flitters in and out of the darkness before landing on a jutted rock overhanging a cliff face.
Her tiny chirp echoes across the canyon blending in with the wolf howls and winds. She tilts her head to many angles and presses her eyes through the darkness.
The chirp continues..
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The compiler runs
Like a swift-flowing river.
I wait in silence.
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