So I was zooming around testing out my wings, when all of a sudden I accidently ended up on the roof of the Goddard Library. Oops! How the hell did that happen?
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
T.S. Elliot, from Preludes
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