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Welcome to the mountains Please enjoy the view If you leave the path 'Twas nice knowing you I walked into the mighty range To search for bones of old People here are mighty strange "Flee and hide" I was told There were no finds on the path My fellows picked them bare So to the signs I gave a laugh What fools won't fear, I swear Off the path the bones were rich Becoming more and more unique And then I stumbled into a ditch Where the bones began to speak "Greetings Master" the old skull said The bones rose and grew new meat Until the skull had a dragon's head Which bent to kneel at my feet "Your power brings us back to life Wherever our bo

Flying fascinated me when I was younger, like it did most of us at that age I imagine. And, as my own attempts to fly were invariably spoiled, I turned to the art of making other things fly for me. There was something gloriously fascinating about taking an unwieldy piece of paper and seeing how far and fast and high I could make it go. I had a book for this. Awesome paper airplanes, or some such. I delved into that book for all its secrets... but eventually those secrets began to bore me. Here was an airplane that could cover a field, this one flew a clockwise circle, this one would do so many loops. It was terribly formulaic, and every one