WHEN THE BIG
BOATS START FLYING
Charlie, when the big boats start flying I'll telegraph
home : those wondrous things in the sky, those wizards,
like angels, flying by. My pages of entries in journals
and books won't make sense of any of this. Those
places we passed, long ago, can you remember what
we said? 'When the big boats start flying, I'm heading
home. Yep, when those big boats start flying, I'm gone.'
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