I can’t imagine how hard it is to catch a bat. They only come out at night, and they’re black things with wings! Against the night sky, they’re silhouettes, they’re shadows, they’re nothing! I imagine it’s just as hard to find a white bat on a backlit screen. My writing is mostly invisible, yet I let it fly, feed, survive. These words in my head have no promise of being noticed or even caught. Nevertheless, I do this to test flight. I do this for freedom.
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