Article: 261611 of talk.bizarre
From: Andrew Solberg <>
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Subject: 73x100
Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:41:11 -0500
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The wind blew cold, salty and wet atop the ruined skyscraper.
I was too scared to care.

T'akarna spoke.  "Avarna, boy-child, are you ready to die?"  I
nodded once.  T'agash my father stood behind me, strong hands
on my shoulders.  "Fly, my son," he whispered, and pushed.

I fell.  The sea lashed the girders below.  Tumbling end over
end, I concentrated on my mantra:  What I Believe, Becomes.
The surf grew large and swallowed me.

T'akarna pointed.  An eagle circled twice overhead and shrieked
over the wind.  T'agash beamed with pride:

"Well done, T'avarna my son!  Today you are a man!"

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