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Dreams of unknow future flow to my finger tips. Eyes stretched to the heavens, seeking. Imagine untold is a terible crime. Men who glue feathers to sticks, and fly to close to the sun, is insparation undone. dare to dream and share your dream, insparation flows to another. Sticks of wood and metal engine spun on the drawings of an artist. Aveation now posible, an Enterprisewas built. A dream shared again, Flight into the unknown. The unknown followed by a  "What if?"

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Comment by Hilary F. Coulter on March 21, 2013 at 11:03pm

thanks, my mother read that comment and was embarassd about it. she doesn't seem to understand all of my humor, some of it comes with intentional miss spellings. so thank you.

Comment by Maryanne Mesple on March 21, 2013 at 9:03pm

Hilary, I like the imagery you set up in your expressivness in explaining why your write. Much like if you don't explore you will never know even if your feathers catch fire!  ... but I have to say in your comment below I am given to a chuckle with your "writer's group 'ass'  " hehehehe

Comment by Hilary F. Coulter on March 13, 2013 at 2:23pm

this was also a writer's group ass.  We were to tell why we write.

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