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Is it a plane?

Flying in formation against the checkered sky, the lines expand and contract while my train is moving west. On their airborne path like a flock of geese, the planes seem to salute some unseen giant. I feel the gravitational pull as they fly over me, sucking me in with the hypnotizing drone of their engines. I can only close my eyes and imagine a bird’s eye view, a world without speech, only colors and patterns. Everything gentle; harmless, but like a cat with its claws removed.

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”  Miss Piggy

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