Awe “There I was, traversing the great skies in a giant metal bird, its shell frosted from the frigid winds outside.” Whenever I used to fly, I’d take a notebook, thinking that I’d end up writing the next great American novel.
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Awe “There I was, traversing the great skies in a giant metal bird, its shell frosted from the frigid winds outside.” Whenever I used to fly, I’d take a notebook, thinking that I’d end up writing the next great American novel.