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Facebook: / grahamdickinsonofficial Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ Youtube: / @grahamdickinson3145 Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/145032476 I found a new line jumping the Aiguille du Midi, you can fly in between a split crack of granite in the earth, just big enough for a wingsuiter. The depth goes down for over 200 ft, flying underneath the trees, earths soil and granite, going deep down into a dark abyss. I was planning on naming this jump "The Abyss", but after this weeks recent events I chose to name it after the last person I saw in Chamonix "Philippe Jean", one of the bubbliest, nicest guys around. He had a BASE jumping accident, I didn't know him well but every time I saw him, he was in a good mood and always made you feel at home. Which is character trait we should all strive for. So I wanted to name this line "Philippe jeans Abyss" Just a few lines down there is "The Old Mans Line" named after another great man David Buchanan. So here is to the sweeter things of life, A simple smile, nice gesture and warm hug can go much further than any material possession, People like this knew it best. Musical score: Clair de Lune Composer: Claude Debussy Clair de Lune is a French poem written by Paul Verlaine in 1869. Your soul is a select landscape Where charming masqueraders and bergamaskers go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of victorious love and the opportune life, They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight, With the still moonlight, sad and beautiful, That sets the birds dreaming in the trees And the fountains sobbing in ecstasy, The tall slender fountains among marble statues.