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EARTH ANGELS & MAGIC MOMENTS
Julia was back. “Come.”
“Is that the end of the story?”
“Mannie taught me to fly choppers I was sixteen.”
She led me around the back of the dusty store. It
opened onto a small clearing with a barbecue pit made
of red brick, a couple of homemade picnic tables, and
half a dozen homemade chairs. Even an old-fashioned
water tower like you’d see in a black and white movie.
Dark clouds were gathering over the mountains.
Last weekend’s flash floods flashed through my
mind..
Julia dropped her knapsack on to a picnic table.
“You okay with this?” She asked, her eye steady.
“Sure.” I pushed the whole pilot thing to the back
of my mind. I reached inside my jacket, pulled out my
well-worn thesaurus, and laid it on the table,
respectfully, followed by a stack of folded paper, and a
couple of pens. I looked again at the dark clouds. “
”Hey. Let’s get started.”
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