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The Fly

The Fly A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern. The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what appears to be a landing strip, it is not but a dirt road. It is a bumpy landing the plane breaks a wing and comes to a stop on its side. Quickly the pilot gets out, just in case of fire, he lights a cigarette and think of how lucky he has been. Throws the stub of the cigarette to the ground…explosion. I kill the fly with a rolled up newspaper…no survivors.

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Date: 5/21/2013 5:32:00 AM
Oh gosh Jan. Sonia sounds nice. I'll think of you next time I fly. love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 5/21/2013 11:07:00 AM
thank you Kathy and lovely heart

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