The last month my ship whose name is Perception has spent too much time right here in her hanger. The sky has been unkind to us BirdMen so far this soaring season. A desert though can only pretend to be a tropic zone for so long. The atmoshere will dry, our star will cook the earth and strong currents will push us up to cloud base as if we are feathers in an updraft.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Perception
The last month my ship whose name is Perception has spent too much time right here in her hanger. The sky has been unkind to us BirdMen so far this soaring season. A desert though can only pretend to be a tropic zone for so long. The atmoshere will dry, our star will cook the earth and strong currents will push us up to cloud base as if we are feathers in an updraft.
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