I thought I'd never find a place to land. My wings were so sore they felt as if they would fall off. If that happened, I would drop out of the air. Better not to think about that. It's rough being a butterfly that's afraid of heights! Oh, thank goodness! There's Waystation 915! I made it!
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I think it's a fine word, Rob, and you and Nancy should be proud of your acomplishment!
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