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“So the crew fly on with no thought that they are in motion. Like night over the sea, they are very far from the earth, from towns, from trees. The clock ticks on. The dials, the radio lamps, the various hands and needles go though their invisible alchemy. . . . and when the hour is at hand the pilot may glue his forehead to the window with perfect assurance. Out of oblivion the gold has been smelted: there it gleams in the lights of the airport.”

Quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Antoine de Saint-Exupery was a French writer, poet, and aviator, renowned for his novella 'The Little Prince,' which has been translated into over 300 languages and remains one of the most beloved books worldwide. During World War II, he served as a pilot in the French Air Force, and his mysterious disappearance over the Mediterranean Sea in 1944 remains unsolved. more

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