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[pattimayo]

i'm so eager to fly, i'm afraid my wings will melt ....

i really am ready
to leave this scene now.

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.’s.
[tseliot]