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.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."
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