By John Yeo
I took my newly-wedded wife for the ride of a lifetime. We experienced the sheer exhilaration of flying through the star-filled heavens in the basket of a hot-air balloon.
A romantic night-flight with the panorama of the milky-way stretched out in all directions. We made love in the balloon basket in complete privacy on our wedding-night.
We hope we have succeeded in conceiving, and our baby will be a true, Child of the Universe. It would be really something if it were possible to time the actual birth of our Child of the Universe in another balloon trip across the firmament.
I guess that would be too risky.
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