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Jan 2015
On metal wings
I take up speed
To a place of
Sweet solitude,

To touch the face
Of my Maker;
Higher, ever higher
This bird will take

Me, beyond clouds
So vast I fly with
Such ease and grace
To the sun I climb

Only to stall and fall
To the clasps of earth;
Yet she will receive
Me in do time, dear.
Wesley Beach
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Wesley Beach  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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