flying :: prev :: next :: let me never forget these words, here, they serve me well of course, i would be overjoyed if someone other than me found a use for them but truly it matters not i see it now as one single picture these words are my altimeter like sam lowry i'm high above the clouds flying my wings forged in fire born out of torment are golden, pure, indestructible from these heights i can see the past, the present, the future, and for the first time ever it begins to make a little sense (i'm flying...) © 2004 (15 april) john r. chase
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