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Sunday, 21 August 2016
Bird Man
He feels the wind push back his hair and cheeks as he swoops down into the valley.
Birds flee from him.
Flee you must!
he thinks as he soars along.
I am Bird Man!
He laughs as he steers the hangglider northwards towards the landing site.
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