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It waits on the wedge of a field no longer lonely, another floats in for a landing above a sea of yellow flowers Who will forget that wonderful fuss, the mock scolding of an absence now being celebrated The preaching by a full range of vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding against a new, and thinking sky For Andrea's SF Contest
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