It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and — Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and — Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and — Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and — Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and — Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.

— Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

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