I have a wooden fan-blade device that enables me not only to fly, but to do hair-raising aerial acrobatics, which I perform over a stormy arctic sea. Suddenly, I crash-land into a tidewater area filled with exposed rocks covered with algae and seaweed. I discover that though I am miles from the true shore, I will not be able to fly again.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #36
The Flying Machine
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