Not nearly the frequent hazard in Virginia that he ought to be, the sailing gadfly nevertheless does occur at various neighborhood ponds. I'm holding out for whole picnic sites to be swept clear of frisbees and footballs, for this fair enhancement of the daylight sky to migrate to the Piedmont. We note the ebullient projectile, shorn of surf- and skate-board, attack bicycle and pogo stick, exploiting no more than the sailcloth of a pair of shorts to navigate in flight. Any gentleman who can turn co-efficients of flag to such loftier advantage may certainly sit by me, to parse the passing scene.
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