Written by Jacob Ibrag
Moving up high, you pause at the limit.
‘To break the glass or to fly parallel with it.’ Jagged
edges will cost your eyes. A price to pay to sync with
elevation. ‘I’m a throw away, shattering ceilings.’
Photographer Unknown
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Eyes + Words 
Lovely 🙂
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Higher we must go, regardless. Marvelous piece
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My pleasure
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Sometimes, we’re faced with the difficult decisions to either conform to what we are expected to do, or we can, strike out on our own, and do something unexpected, making something of ourselves…
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Beautiful
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Thanks Rachel 🙂
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Just beautiful…
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Thanks Tam 🙂
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So much said in such few words! This is lovely.
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Thank you 🙂
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