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Home felt like mittens and being wrapped up in sweaters. It smelled like pot roast and dryer sheets, was lit up with candles, and only missing one thing – ,
I’ve worked for years to become the person I wanted to be. Someone really deeply connected with people who love me back.
I don’t know how long or exactly what form my story will take. Whatever it is, I know it’s a love story about flying. How flying changed my life, and believing that my biplanes loved me back, saved it…and helped me to find my way home.
