Tuesday, July 10, 2007
10 July 2007
Flying into Paris
Miles above... whatever lies below,
all I can see is sky, cloud and
sun, finally above the horizon.
The blades are still in tact, and I
begin to believe they will remain so,
even beyond Elysium.
Carie Maria Bowen
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