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The Gantry

Twenty-Nine Stories

A Light Brahma rooster in a worn olive MA-1 flight jacket over a gray henley, standing on a sandy Florida beach at dawn with binoculars around his neck, a thin column of white smoke rising in the pale blue-pink sky behind him

He had spent a decade on something that preferred, ultimately, to go in every direction at once. The blueprints were still warm. He found no fault with ambition — only with the assumption that height and permanence were the same conversation.

29 May 2026