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Oct 2015
You move through air
with
the
surety of spectacular,
neither hidden or waiting
just there and full
of nothing but what is,
bursting from
this and no more,
only this and what is
and no seek to soar.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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