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Jan 2018
The plane's engine roars above me.
I don't even notice.

Every home I've ever lived in has been  in the landing path.
Two countries, 4 cities, 42 years
And always in the landing path.

Something profound there.
What? I don't know.
Any ideas?
Written by
Kmood  41/F/Auckland
(41/F/Auckland)   
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