Glasserkey
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Ault 2009
Once one flew, they all flew away. The violence of their wings flapping against their bodies was the sound of blitzkrieg. I retreated to the safety of the car where their winged operation could not keep me hostage. I was not ready to fly.
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