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HIGH Flying up high into the summer sky, becoming one with the sun in a timeless and ageless place. All feeling is lost as the awesome immensity of what is above us touches our souls. There is no sound except the wind blowing from horizon to horizon, just as it has done from day number one. The heavens are like a huge glass bowl turned upside down, holding all that life holds dear – air, water and the touch of god. Mankind knows no power like that of Mother Nature whose power is infinite and whose patience is endless with her mischievous child that is called Man.

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