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Maybe I should have titled this 'Strange Sighting.' When I was young I used to have a recurring dream of my trying to fly. Most times I would just flap my wings and never get off the ground. A few times I could tuck my legs up under me and barely elevate. Once I actually got above treeline and was quickly rewarded with a arrow through me. I think that was my last dreams of 'flying.' Well, if I was this bird, my trouble could be pretty easily understood. This is a 3 by 3 inches sticky on which I drew on diagonally. I then placed it on a piece of white paper for scanning. It's just a bit of fun from a guy in desperate need of joviality here in northwest Austin, Texas.

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Marie josé LAURIER 02 Sep 2020