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Clear The Landing Area


EmGEmAm

Theirs the whole time.
Nothing is different.
Just realized.
Known.

Clear the landing area.
We're coming down.
From space.
Slowly.

Call off the celebrations.
Until after recovery.
Soak awhile.
Float.

Clock all the participants.
Watch them hustle.
Young glory.
Glowing.

It's the outlandish truth.
And the ramifications.
No fear.
Ever.

Hang Gliders

  Death to America, death to all. Hit Beirut after ditching the Shah. Flew hang gliders in to murder and maim. Took hostages, too, always th...