Glory


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Upwards the hot air balloon rose; high, high up over the land. The riders baked golden in clear blue heavens. Against the side of the wicker basket; Dale tried to relax, the height was dizzying. Vertigo had never been a problem before and as the balloon soared, the turbulence left him. Dissipating into the ether.

Unsteady; white knuckles peeled away, he faced the horizon. Green fields of pasture coupled with corn of plenty. Rivers danced to a coupling in the far distance.


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