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Magic at 30000ft

Magic at 30000ft

An ordinary scene. Listening to a pianist reciting something from Handel on my noise cancelling headphones, a glass of white wine in my hand. I’m looking out of the window. I should be dead. The temperature is minus 60 degrees. There is no breathable oxygen. I...
Whatever happened to the net?

Whatever happened to the net?

I looked inside. There was no net. Just empty space. A rough sewn seem that held each leg together. This was my shock find as I gazed inside the pair of neon blue and black swimmers in the sports store. I tried them on. All my junk was just hanging to one side. What...

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