by ST
she tried her first flight: unsteady wings met the breeze. her frame all a-tremble, she took to the air . . . willing . . . as her maker would please. a very short run-- never far off the ground. even that looked like too much . . . could she hold herself together? it wasn't much. it was a lot. by rights she was made to fly . . . and she did; but it took a lot from her, and her main claim to fame (as they say) was only as a predecessor to the jet age.
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