Thomas Kinkade Hometown Pride painting

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pressed him a little about this feeling of superiority, and he tried to explain. "When I said it was as if I was my wings, you know?—that's it. Being able to fly makes other things seem uninteresting. What people do seems so trivial. Flying is complete. It's enough. I don't know if you can understand. It's one's whole body, one's whole self, up in the whole sky. On a clear day, in the sunlight, with everything lying down there below, far away... Or in a high wind, in a storm—out over the sea, that's where I like best to fly. Over the sea in stormy weather. run for land, and you have it all to yourself, the sky full of rain and lightning, and the clouds under your wings. Once offEmer Cape I danced with the waterspouts... It takes everything to fly. Everything you are, everything you have. And so if you go down, you go down whole. And over the sea, if you go down, that's it, who's to know, who cares? I don't want to be buried in the ground." The idea made him shiver a little. I could see the shudder in his long, heavy, bronze-and-black wing feathers.