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Nov 2013
I walked alone with Incan spirits,
lost in my own thoughts
trailing downward
over maize-covered fields.

I breathed chilly air
with the condors
wearing neck gaiters,
thinking
how lucky I was
to commune
with jet stream angels,
safe and in one piece.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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