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Free fall. The anticipation of the plane taking off, watching the land leave through the window. On a clear day, flying to a place high over the ocean where there is no land in sight. Surrounded by shades of blue, deep and light. And then the shining of the sun, burning through the eyes, leaving no room for thoughts of what is about to happen.
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Dropping a barbell he points to the sky and says "The suns not yellow, It's chicken!"
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