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I just love this picture: boy and plane, off the ground.
"The Vagrant Life I Lead"
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| Everett Ruess, 1914- 1934 (Presumed dead) |
Say that I starved; that I was lost and weary;
That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun;
Footsore, thirsty, sick with strange diseases;
Lonely and wet and cold . . . but that I kept my dream!"
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