"It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of the hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiralled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared. "
From "Dancing the Dream"
"Wings Without Me"
~ We love and miss you Michael, but we all know that it was your destiny to soar.
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