Archwing
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Archwing
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Archwing

Flying
Crew 1
I was in a dying dream. I saw a bright spot
blurring and weaving toward me. I felt a tug
toward it from the metal clasps on my suit.
It reached me, rising up - a gleaming beast,
a plume of golden wings rising and unfolding
behind it. An angel.

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