Climbing high up a rotting tower sitting on top of a steep hill ... the fear of falling was great....
A big man slipped at the base of the tower and fell head over heels...
He was gravely injured by the time he hit the bottom and stopped... cars simply passed him buy as he laid still there.
Flying bye overhead like a bird in an aluminum and Dacron machine... it was low on fuel thus the pilot had a concern.
Worshipful thing.......... God's and fuel and the paper currency.
Diatribes are being written........... as we sleep...... as we speak.
Words barter discussion...... even if meaningless.
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