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It is not fear that grips me when we are so high in the sky, above the clouds, yet beneath the sun, where people are molecules, and buildings are ants.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC
Airplane
It is not fear that grips me when we are so high in the sky, above the clouds, yet beneath the sun, where people are molecules, and buildings are ants.
Written March 4, 2011.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC
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