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Line Up and Wait
YESTERDAY
LONG AGO WE WERE YOUNG. PEOPLE SAID YOU WERE SLEEK AND BEAUTIFUL, THAT I WAS HANDSOME AND DASHING. WE CLIMBED THROUGH THE SKIES TOGETHER, LAUGHING FOR THE SHEER JOY OF LIVING AS WE RACED THE SUN. WE SOARED TWENTY MILES ABOVE THE EARTH AND CAME DOWN FROM OUR LOFTY PERCH AT TWO THOUSAND MILES AN HOUR. WE CONFRONTED THE RUSSIAN BEAR, YOU AND I, AND WE NEITHER ASKED NOR GAVE QUARTER.
NOW THE YEARS HAVE FLOWN BY. YOUR PAINT IS CHIPPED AND ROUGHENED, YOUR GLASS DISCOLORED. MY SKIN IS WRINKLED, MY HAIR GRAY. WE ARE BUT SHADOWS OF OUR FORMER GLORY AND IN THIS LIFE WILL NEVER FLY TOGETHER AGAIN. BUT OUR HEARTS WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ENEMIE'S FEAR AND THE THUNDER WE LEFT IN OUR WAKE. SLEEP IN PEACE, OLD FRIEND. VALHALLA AWAITS US.
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