The Sun and the Soil
The Sun and the Soil The Corona sat on the tarmac at Langley Air Force Base like a wounded bird, its wings bent, its paint peeling in long strips that curled at the edges like dead leaves, its engines coughing smoke even when they were not running, as though the memory of combustion was etched into every bolt and wire. It was not supposed to fly. None of us were supposed to fly. We were the...
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