See how it shimmers. The clear computer graphics on screen. In the cockpit of the Russian fighter bomber. Contrasting to the even clearer sky. No light pollution this far north. Dark on the horizon behind me. Orange purple yellow ahead of me. Soon dark everywhere. Seemingly flat. I can fly high enough to see the planet's curve. Something mystical magical other worldly about all of this. Maybe God and His angels see this? As does the flying saucer on my right wing. There is Riga. On time as agreed. Her silver craft part dark part shiny in the dying light. We agreed to fly together. I have missed my old flame. Did she miss me? One thing I learned. Make it count your time together. Take nothing for granted. Especially love with an alien gal...
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