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A man flew over the corn today. I glanced him sideways, caught his flight, an impossibility on days when anxiety peppers experience.

He wore a long brown overcoat against the gold, and when I did a classic double take, he had simply done with flying and left the vicinity of Myslow Peepers.

There is so much more in the bigger picture, things too fast or far away to see. But if fortune takes a shine, you may catch a glimpse of something wonderful in the distance, as you abseil down the abstracted slope from Mount Busy.