Parabola

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In these curved walls, the dips and swings of men's lives. They careen down vertices and fly back up the precipice, like falcons soaring on their wind. Bound by earth, drawn to the air above, they push and pull at limits, testing flight and swooping towards the core. The sun sets, drawing shadows on their dance. Yet, tomorrow will dawn. New inspirations bring them back, to test, to ascend and plummet once again in a never ending search for self.