Â§hria's Spot

Careening through the blackness of a cloudy night so dark I could hardly even see the white line on Second Line East hill I learned to fly.

Truly, you are never so alive as when you are that close to death.

I swear that transport was mere inches from my shoulder as it passed me on the hill -- I was soaring at about 50 kmph and laughing like the fool I am.

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