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The first flights with the power machine were made on December 17, 1903. Only five persons besides ourselves were present. These were Messrs. John T. Daniels, W. S. Dough, and A. D. Etheridge, of the Kill Devil Life-Saving Station; Mr. W. C. Brinkley, of Manteo; and Mr. John Ward, of Naghead. Although a general invitation had been extended to the people living within five or six miles, not many were willing to face the rigors of a cold December wind in order to see, as they no doubt thought, another flying machine not fly. The first flight lasted only 12 seconds, a flight very modest compared with that of birds, but it was, nevertheless, the first in the history of the world in which a machine carrying a man had raised itself by its own power into the air in free flight, had sailed forward on a level course without reduction of speed, and had finally landed without being wrecked. The second and third flights were a little longer, and the fourth lasted 59 seconds, covering a distance of 852 feet over the ground against a 20-mile wind.
There's no place like home they say You're my home, so hear me pray. I don't know you, but I need more time Birds are flying over Europe skies, Tell me please why can't I?
“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. ”Bir kafeste doğan kuşlar uçmanın bir hastalık olduğunu düşünürler."
Alejandra Jodorawsky
His hands keep turning into birds and flying away from him. 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Yes. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? I don't have to answer that. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. He has a body but it doesn't matter, clean sheets on the bed but it doesn't matter. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. You miss the point: the face in the mirror is a little traitor, the face in the mirror is a pale and naked hostage and no one can tell which room he's being held in. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. he wants to move forward into the afternoon because there is no other choice. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
Throwing back my head, I screamed as the rage erupted from me. Over and over, I saw Ian falling. Over and over, I heard Casteel shouting—begging for her to stop. Lightning ripped through the sky, heating the air. A deafening boom of thunder exploded, rattling the trees and sending birds flying in every direction. Hisa and the guards froze. Delano pressed back, bumping into Naill. They began to back up slowly—away from me as my fury charged the air, whipping up a storm. And in the distant parts of my mind, I realized it had always been me. It hadn’t been the gods that’d caused the storms. It hadn’t been Nyktos. The blood rain had been them, but this…this was me—the violent stir of energy colliding with the world around me. It had always been me—this absolute power. But I…I wasn’t me. I wasn’t the Queen of Flesh and Fire. My chest rose and fell as my fingers spread wide. I was vengeance and wrath given form, and in the moment, I was exactly what Alastir and the Unseen feared. I was the Bringer of Death and Destruction, and I would tear down the walls they sought to protect themselves with. I would rip apart their homes, scorch their lands, and fill their streets with blood until there was nowhere to run or hide. And then I would destroy them all. Streaks of silver-white energy crackled off my skin as I turned back to the edges of the woods, toward the city.
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