How many here and now, who slip off to this place for the fun of it, slide gently across to fly on air vastly simpler than ours, in different sunlight, to work on flying-machines that in our time don't exist, to meet friends and loves they've missed here?
Richard Bach, Out of my mind (De l'autre côté du temps)
jeudi 21 mars 2013
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