My first memory is of flying—
Night, stars, and clouds.
Is it any wonder my mind grasped so tightly?
That adventure and freedom,
Darkness and the unknown,
Have always called me so keenly?
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My first memory is of flying—
Night, stars, and clouds.
Is it any wonder my mind grasped so tightly?
That adventure and freedom,
Darkness and the unknown,
Have always called me so keenly?
