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Readings : Bare Faced Jets : Jet Buildings : Frisch
 
A jet rushing left to right against a vague sky, somewhere within our sight. Carrying your friends off to vacation, otherland beaches. Loud radio playing in the cockpit. Cola can spills when the pilot turns too fast, without any warning (wartime reflexes, bad news for current customers). Ah, peace!
 
 
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Maybe my eyes weren't very good.
That had to do with the job.







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