(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Fly

As I reach up to the sky,
I must seem so shy.
All I want to see,
Is what lay ahead of me,
For when I learn to fly,
I will say goodbye…
And fly.

by Charlie Jackson

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All joys one day must end, life is lived in the moments we have my friend... Andy 10