RED WHITE BLUE
As I hear the roar of the jet engines, I feel goosebumps, and the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up. On the horizon the hawks appear at a blistering rate from the distance. /2
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The jets fly past with pin point precision, appearing as if thier noses and tails are touching. /4
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As the dark clouds roll in, the light changes and the blood red hawks scream across the imposing thunderous sky in perfect formation. /6
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The pack splits, and now an individual performance as a lone hawk flies past mirroring his partner. /8
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They fly off into the distance leaving their cotton wool like coloured smoke trails of red, white & blue... /10
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Š Luke White, Airbourne 2010 www.whiteinsight.co.uk