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"flight mode" rhyme version
Flight Mode
The higher they climbed,
the quicker they blurred,
wrapped in signals and
notifications stirred.
Juno sat still, thumbed the ache,
Airplane icon lit — a digital break.
Her screen slept quiet, the towers withdrew,
sky unthreaded to its naked blue.
A silence older than satellites spread —
flight not above, but through instead.
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