At 88.000 Meters High

S Sylvia Frances Chan Sylvia Frances Chan
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Imagine when we fly KLM highest in the sky is 10 kilometer high with three zero's behind that 10 10.000 meters deep seen from your plane you can only see greyish white or whitish gray no birds no bees at all but we stand tall our man next to all who is that man? Who? ! God our heavenly Father but don't bother He is everywhere where I go since I always ask Him to go where my duty leads me so Branson's flight was yesterday 88 kilometer high he confided the TV journalist the promised height was 99 kilometer Branson told us with a broad smile: 'I was informed with 88 km I will get my space medal too', it was all only golden, greyish white and whitish grey, no bees, birds or butterflies at all ' oh, same was that when we fly KLM, Branson has flown only much much more rapidest with his Virgin space flight © Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved

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