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Aug 2019
Brilliant...
I thought I wanted this
secludedness,
but most birds don't fly
without their flocks.
Repeatedly,
I am taking off.
I'm journeying to mountain tops.
I say my dears, I'll be back
When I find the shell
that hides my prize,
only to wonder why I am lost
caging myself fromΒ Β 
from passing life.
East Wind
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     Larry Marshall and Vicki
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