Soaring above the wind-blown fields on a creature with wings so wide and strong, you’d think a 1965 Pontiac Grand Prix would have had an easier time of flying, the fearless passengers, tiny in comparison to the mighty winged beast, barrelled seemingly through time and space, towards their destination, somewhere beyond the cold dark that now surrounded them.
Could there really be a better place than this? A better time than now?
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