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Revving up your engines
no where to go. Steep climb very little time. Start your mission. Loop the loop's and spiral loops. Death dives and fly-bys. Pushing yourself to the limits. These are your proving grounds. To find yourself worthy of your standards, or someone else's. Mission complete. Time to land. Landing gear down, preparing to be captured by land. Hit the ground, not bad. But I would rather be up there, where i am truly free.
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