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  Flight 93
by Michael Burch

Submitted on April 1, 2004

I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why my existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp...

Vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms, as glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch to OFF... I heard the Klaxon shrill alarms

like vultures shrieking earthward, in a stall ... we floated... earthward ... wings outstretched, aghast... like Icarus... as through the void we fell...

‘til nothing was so beautiful, so blue... so vivid as that moment... and I held an image of your face, and dreamed I flew

into your arms. The earth rushed up. I knew such comfort, in that moment, loving you.

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