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Did you know that in WWII pilots used to travel across the Arctic, north north north in the endless dark and the endless freeze, in order to avoid flying over enemy ground? America to Britain, heat to heat, war surging and boiling and seething to the south, angry and red as a wound, and all this dreadful cold in between. Flying with just the roar of the engines and the whistle of the wind and the hush of your own breath, over emptiness and ice - but how could you find your way? The stars are different, up there. They spin in frozen circles. And planes would get lost, because the men couldn’t read the night sky that had always been their woman, their guide. Their compasses would wander aimlessly as would their plane, wandering aimlessly through the night. Those men were alone. Truly alone. They no longer knew their earth and their heaven. The needle did not point to north any more. They sat in metal birds at the top of the world, lost as little children.
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The encounter
I looked forward to see a dragons huge chest close enough for me to touch. I look up to see the dragons long neck.
It wasn’t a giant dragon, but it wasn’t tiny. It could swallow me whole though I bet it could.
There was a lump moving from its head down to its neck. It must have just swallowed something. I watched as the lump quickly moved down the dragons neck , then disappeared into its chest. I could hear whatever it swallowed as it entered its stomach, but I could hear something else as well.
I could hear a heartbeat. I knew it wasn’t mine, I could tell the heart must have been in its check right in front of me, or some
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Listen
The forest grew weary in the night. The mist rested upon the ground as dew and not even the crickets chirped, and if one looked closely enough at the trees, no ants crawled across them. And it was for one reason only. One man only.
I woke in that night, in the silence so unbearable and so oppressive that not even the wind gave off a whisper. I woke far from my bed on the cold, damp ground, naked.
As I raised my eyes and cautiously stood, I laid gaze upon a silhouette that stood not ten feet from me. He stood still and he stood silent. Whether he was looking at me or away from me, I couldn't tell. Not a breath passed his lips, not a waver we
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EXCRUCIATING
I feel as though
I have been stabbed
in the gut.
I get as though
a blender
is working on my insides.
Life is pain
Pain is life.
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They are still finding them in the ice, planes stuck like splinters
Dad told me this story in his unromantic pragmatic way and it really got to me I guess
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That was a beautiful piece of writing. The truth behind it adds to its power.