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Marnie’s morning flight had been perfect.
Cool air, a slight breeze, a golden winter sun rising over the horizon.
She stalled several times on purpose. Stopped moving at all. Just to feel the soft air holding her, even for just a few seconds, before she had to flap again to stay aloft.
Sometimes the air felt delicious. When she lived in humid climates some days she could barely stand it. That wet, suffocating feeling of air almost too heavy to stay on top of. It was why she preferred staying in the west. Everything felt milder, even when there was snow. Snow and sunny days she could bear. Icy snow and wet air and gray skies made her feel stiff and frozen to her bones.
As she neared her hangar, she saw activity below. There was a cargo plane parked in front of the hangar next door. I
