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Before Chris Griscomb decided to come on a trip in my Ultralight, I was to fly one early morning from the Coronado airfield to Gallisteo, buzzzz her spaceship-like house, she would wave, drive to the road and hop in the back for a trial run - Bidding some concerned farewells to her oldest son. So we flew. Hmmm, nice, buzzing the Light Institute.
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