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Here he is, where he longed to be; home is the sailor, home from the seas, and the hunter, home from the hills.

My hearth, surrounded by metal walls, suspended from a wing between rock and the immeasurable nothingness, in communion with the machine, enjoying the uncanny reality of the first dream of humanity, for as long as humans have trod the Earth.

We tread
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After almost a year, I could finally go flying. And it was a very special flight for me...

250 hours. 250 more than everyone said I was going to have. I finally put the first big number behind me, and now only money stands between me and that commercial license... of course it's a lot of money, but it's the least of obstacles now, and...
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Really hard parts of this quarantine: my friends and flying.

I can phone & vid my friends, but we're touchy-feely people and we need the hugs and the closeness. And I miss them terribly.

I do my flying out of Egelsbach, and it's all but closed and 3 hours away from me.

I miss my little Cessnas. A lot.

Hugs & a shoutout to @avrora,
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When the world was young, there were 3 pairs of wings.

One was given to souls, and they were called Angels.

The second was given to animals, and they were called Birds.

The third was given to children.

And they call us pilots.

@avrora

Because I fly
I laugh more than other men
I look up and see more than they,
I know how the clouds feel,
What it's like to have the blue in my lap,
to look down on birds,
to feel freedom in a thing called the stick…

who but I can slice between God's billowed legs,
and feel then laugh and crash with His step...
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