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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Miracle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Miracle</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Dakota plane should have been scrapped years ago, <br>eight soldiers and me, they took off my handcuffs laughed <br>and said I was free to go. Looking down I could see glitzy <br>Pacific Ocean; they opened the door and threw me out. <br>I fell and fell, air rush sounded as an express train, terror <br>froze my brain, but I remember thinking: “this is not a day <br>for enjoying the view.”Miracle! A mist bank crossed my <br>path so thick it broke my fall to a gentle descent and put <br>me softly on top of a tree that had many branches, it was <br>like going down a ladder which I had done often, (I used <br>to be a house painter.) People came running, I had landed <br>on a tiny island, they gave me coconut milk to drink and <br>told of a military plane that had crashed on a mountain <br>slope. I didn’t, gloat knew what they must have suffered, <br>drank more sweet milk, climbed up a hut on stilts and went <br>to sleep on a fragrant mat of palm leaves.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>