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	<title>Comments on: A Long Winter&#8217;s Flight</title>
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		<title>By: Paul</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 04:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what you mean, Kona.  Flying and sailing do seem to have much in common.  Both offer that connection with the natural world, and that sense of limitless freedom.  In some sense, sailing may even offer more,  particularly sailing offshore.  On the water, there&#039;s that feeling one could go on sailing forever.  In their air, no matter how high or far one flies, once can always sense the clock ticking away toward the moment that flight must end.

Of course, this might be due to some quite-natural concern about landing in the middle of a herd of feral cows :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what you mean, Kona.  Flying and sailing do seem to have much in common.  Both offer that connection with the natural world, and that sense of limitless freedom.  In some sense, sailing may even offer more,  particularly sailing offshore.  On the water, there&#8217;s that feeling one could go on sailing forever.  In their air, no matter how high or far one flies, once can always sense the clock ticking away toward the moment that flight must end.</p>
<p>Of course, this might be due to some quite-natural concern about landing in the middle of a herd of feral cows <img src='http://paulgazis.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Kona</title>
		<link>http://paulgazis.com/blog/2010/02/25/a-long-winters-flight/comment-page-1/#comment-175</link>
		<dc:creator>Kona</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:44:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m really glad you&#039;re able to enjoy that, Paul.  Your descriptions of the sport are beyond poetic.  As I&#039;ve said before, I share that exhilaration when I&#039;m sailing, but it&#039;s been many years since I&#039;ve felt a boat come alive beneath me on the open sea.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m really glad you&#8217;re able to enjoy that, Paul.  Your descriptions of the sport are beyond poetic.  As I&#8217;ve said before, I share that exhilaration when I&#8217;m sailing, but it&#8217;s been many years since I&#8217;ve felt a boat come alive beneath me on the open sea.</p>
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