by Brenda Bellinger
Seat belts buckled, tray tables raised, we nosed down into gray and white cotton candy. In sunlight and shadow, forty shades of green rose to greet us. Landing gear rumbled into place, seemingly too…
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by KT Thompson
When the airplane crashed in the meadow, I was on a walk to look for birds. My torso a crosshatch of straps: binoculars, camera, sling with water and treats for my dog, the leash.
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