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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. (High Flight By John Gillespie Magee, Jr)
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A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion.... But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons. (Illusions by Richard Bach)
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In Memoriam
In Memoriam
Heather Fawn M. (Skinny)
Pittsburgh (Pa) - 3/July/1974
Pittsburgh (Pa) - 2/July/1999
RIP ✝
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