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Part VI. 1984. Returning to NYC, following a fateful event in Honolulu.
“The flight attendant brought me a cup of warm pineapple juice and I cried. I cried because I was in the pilot’s hands and he had shared a bit of beauty with me and I couldn’t go back I could never go back and hovering in this pocket of air I knew that my life would never be the same.”
Thank you Bruce for sharing this. Beautiful and moving.
Bill
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Thank you, Bill. Much appreciated, truly!
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