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Apr 2023
In my youth I strove to
ride all the WorldWinds,
until falling off, no longer
able to remount the beasts.

I miss the lofty views,
but not the extreme
exhausting turbulence.
Our grasp should never
exceed our reach.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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