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I dreamt that I was flying at night. Twin props roaring in my ears, shearling hat pulled tight down over my head, hands chilled to the bone. Stars overhead, empty desert below; soft, sultry wisps of cloud brushed gently aside by the clear glass of the cockpit.
Then: A noise, white smoke. A lurch, sudden weightlessness, and an all-too-brief moment of clarity: regrets, nostalgia; wild, formless, howling energy.
A crash. Nothing.
Daylight. Aching back. Aching head. Broken ribs. Dry mouth. A bell? The bleating of goats. A croaking, hacking cough. Me? Foorsteps. Whispers. Two voices. Dark, rough hands.
Nothing.
Hunger, pure and sharp. The smell of charred meat and coffee. The warmth of the sun. Something soft beneath me; a bed. A man's smiling face.
Later: Dazzling sunlight. No need for the leather cap; gone in the crash. Nothing but the clothes I came in. Thick boots, canvas jacket, leather gloves...grey denim.
Buy my jeans. Dream epic dreams.
(16.5 waist. 34" inseam. 11" thigh at crotch. 8" leg opening)
Then: A noise, white smoke. A lurch, sudden weightlessness, and an all-too-brief moment of clarity: regrets, nostalgia; wild, formless, howling energy.
A crash. Nothing.
Daylight. Aching back. Aching head. Broken ribs. Dry mouth. A bell? The bleating of goats. A croaking, hacking cough. Me? Foorsteps. Whispers. Two voices. Dark, rough hands.
Nothing.
Hunger, pure and sharp. The smell of charred meat and coffee. The warmth of the sun. Something soft beneath me; a bed. A man's smiling face.
Later: Dazzling sunlight. No need for the leather cap; gone in the crash. Nothing but the clothes I came in. Thick boots, canvas jacket, leather gloves...grey denim.
Buy my jeans. Dream epic dreams.
(16.5 waist. 34" inseam. 11" thigh at crotch. 8" leg opening)
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