Flying by Raymond A. Foss
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes of flight, steering winds in the current the thermals, like the broad-winged raptors of this place, eagle and owl, birds of prey Airborne in a cocoon, chrysalid body, unable to grasp, clutch prey or perch, but I was flying
August 31, 2006 9:50am
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