plane
Maisie Coburn
2015-09-11
August 19th, 2015 Thirty-four thousand one hundred and five feet up, one thousand five hundred and twenty-two miles to go. A brisk negative 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Nothing but three inches of aluminum and hard plastic separating my cheek from the cold oxygen-starved Iowa stratosphere. As I look down at the cottony white clouds below...
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