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4d
The air is cold and
he is having a hard time to breath
again,
his throat swollen and a salt
taste lingering behind.

a swallow crosses the air and outpaces
his life.
laughter is sounding from out of their nests
that ever move to
warmer places.

so he unbuttons his shirt and
flies along.
Jude
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Jude  19/Brussels
(19/Brussels)   
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     Thomas W Case, ap and Jimmy silker
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