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It's easier to sleep, thirty-five thousand feet above the sea. Airmiles and turnstiles click, you close your eyes, adjust your seat. Nosmoking signs, destination times, "Leave your baggage at the terminal3". A one way ticket to escape: take flight, leave life behind on therunway. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please, thisis your captain speaking. We are experiencing a total loss of control.All of our engines have stopped, cabin pressure is falling fast, youroxygen masks are located above your seats. We've lost radio contactwith air traffic control. It's a long way down and I'm told that thewater in the North Sea is freezing cold. As we plummet towards certaindeath, if you look out the windows to your left you'll see your lifeflashing before your eyes" (and it's ending one minute at a time).You'll learn to fly with broken wings, to make perfect emergencylandings. I'll nose dive into uncharted waters, and they'll neverrecover the wreck. This is the end. From Letras Mania