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Freezing heights. Sparse... Thin air... Gliding you landed as a tickling feather over my wet runway. (jiggling) Whole engine seen flapping its wings cutting clouds in pieces, in joy!
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
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Freezing heights. Sparse... Thin air... Gliding you landed as a tickling feather over my wet runway. (jiggling) Whole engine seen flapping its wings cutting clouds in pieces, in joy!
rodin
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Brazilian
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
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