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Jay Honeck wrote:

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It was perfect. Life was perfect. Nothing could ever mar the
experience, and nothing will ever scar the memory. For that one, brief
period, everything I was, everything I am, and everything I ever will
be was expressed wordlessly in flight, through my body, in my flying --
and we all knew it.

With the music ending, the moment passed, and we were sated. Happily,
we flew the remaining miles back home, back to the land, back to the
real world, changed and thankful.

Our son serenaded us through tonight's dinner with armpit farts. We
are blessed.


--
Scott Post