Poetry of Planes

Lake Aleknagik, Alaska ♦ Photo by Jim Klug

“In the end there is no longer a wing hooked to a framework but a form flawless in its perfection, completely disengaged from its matrix, a sort of spontaneous whole, its parts mysteriously fused together and resembling in their unity a poem.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

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