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She sits there , all folorn and devoid of soul. . her wings spread wide and as ready as they could ever be.
But alas! She would never fly again.
She is settled down to the axles in the soft ground , all alone , outside the aviation museum in Victoria B.C. I see the captain's window is left wide open to the weather. It is empty. The window does not frame a face, the face of the last man to fly her .... me.
Her bulbous gear doors look like her bloomers have slipped down to her ankles as the deflated oleos allow her to squat in the mud.... her tailfeathers overgrown by tangled blackberries .
A retired old "queen of the skies" you may ask. .... sadly ... no.
She is an ugly old bird whose carcass has been pecked clean by her sisters ... the three other not so glamourous members of the flock as they struggled for survival by robbing her of body parts until her will was gone and her inventory empty. She is a bag of bones.
But did they steal her soul?
Allow me to share with you , her final flight. It sure was interesting.
May she RIP
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