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Jun 2020
To be as grounded as a kite,
dancing wild in the wind,
eyes on the sky,
but secure in my roots,
in my tether
to excited, nimble hands.
Suns out. Winds up.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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