Museum of Flight B-29
If that was my Christmas present I would quite literally die of happiness. Just explode. Heart. Brain. Lungs. Everything. Red mist there on the tarmac.
The Grand Old Duke of York
Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
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