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| quote: | Originally posted by DarkAngel
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When I was growing up in B.C., these things used to fly right over my place, REAL LOW, as they landed in the river behind us to load up for another run.
They are loud as hell! 
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"...End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path...one that we all must take.
The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all change to silver glass...and then you see it...
...white shores...and beyond...the far green country under a swift sunrise."
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