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For many years I had maintained a flight journal, a diary on airplane efficiency, weather condition as well as individuals I fulfilled across America. When I began to buckle down concerning fiction, I searched the composing for plots. None existed. Yet I did see personalities rising from the mist, like a wanderer named Boyle. In Boyle there existed a beginning, middle and end to the male standing

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