No. It was no dream. Operation Rolling Thunder was no butterflying. Something beautiful about bomb blasts reflected off high clouds 40 miles away and hearing low rumbles several minutes later. It is bringing beauty of cratered moonscape to Mother Earth. Sigh. Back in the day.

Is a bowl of warm oatmeal for breakfast and a gorgeous sunrise enough motivation carpe another diem?
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