Squandrous

Those of you that have been reading Squandrous for a while may have picked up on a theme I discuss pretty regularly: flying away. There is something about open-air flight that has a special romance in the short story of my life. It could be the sensation of the wind in my face, the ability to look down at busy minutiae of the ground beneath me or the grandeur of the sky in front of me, the feeling that there are no boundaries and that my escape can take me in any direction I wish — whatever it is, flying away (not just flying, but away from something) holds a particularly dear place in my heart.

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