Echo.
always returns.
pierces the air as if nothing ... if you're in a take-off, he knows and you do not exit cleanly.
you stay, there, just watching away, imagining how you go through the turbulent layers of air, climbing majestic, clean, with astonishing composure but around the heat had begun their chaotic dance.
And after a while, when they thought they would never hear from him, there, in front, in the off ...
back.
Because the echo always returns, after having passed through the air, having lived countless battles that others only imagine. I would like to echo
, defend well know out there know that back in spite of what I find on the road.
Have you ever noticed that no return?
no mistake, the echo is always there, always on somewhere, what happens is that you may have found a good thermal and has been traveling with her ... all you have to do is be in the proper landing site, and then, who is there, you will find him.
Clean, serene, calm, as if such a thing.
capacity is remarkable echo. It's admirable capacity yet again. Admirable his majesty, his power of flight, his integrity, even.
It's impressive strength in adversity, which is akin to indifference. And it seems
indifference ...
You know best of all?
Echo, when he returns, it really turns ... Because
"eco , when you turn around, read ...
Oce.
The title of this post, now, perhaps you can better understand ... is that the gonads do not leave ...
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