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#145: Flying by the Seat of My Pants

Flying by the Seat of My Pants It’s Easter, and I’m flying by the seat of my pants, winging it, making it up as I go along, which is, really, what I’ve been doing all along, each day, each moment: flying by the seat of my pants. Bonus Commentary:  I improvised this silly little poemContinue reading “#145: Flying by the Seat of My Pants”