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They stumble past bearing bags and children, and bumping into seats with clumsy limbs through warm and stuffy air they shuffle and swim until illogic works to its conclusion and all are seated, human cattle penned. The ship then crawls from pavement onto pavement while the vents emit an antisceptic scent. We turn into a last impatient halt and then I lift my feet and fall into the sky. I am pure joy, a gust of wind I blow. Through cloudy halls of forgotten kings I fly and look down on soaring hawks below. Resting on virgin snow I realize my life began one blessed hour ago