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more to life than chasing around a
temporary high
until you are up in a WW2, war bird war plane and the shit is all loud and falling apart crazy haze takes over and you can't find the horizon you feel certain that life ends then you see runway 1 _ 9 and there is no sense of flight in the glider, they say the birds hover on your wing you come in to land, all loud and crazy hop out to watch the glider swoop down on what seems to be a liquid runway quiet. no sound it glides in more silent than wind |