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the rumble of the jet made her remember her childhood dream of being a pilot her tiny girl imaginings in a long forgotten dance class when the teacher said dance what you want to be when you grow up a pilot she shouted out as she crouched on the worn hard wood of the studio floor and when the music began off she flew among the wavering flowers and delicate fairy queens of her fellow dance mates soaring past mirrors and barres winding through trees and along rivers she peered over her open cockpit noting nothing but free air as she drifted and settled while the music slowed to a single note and then to silence her adult mind conjured up the scene set before the pilot of the rumbling jet flying overhead in the dark early hours of the night picturing the expanse of the night sky that must have presented itself to the captain of the flight and she was sure that she also saw the darkness of the heavens littered with stars and studded with clouds as she on...
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