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Jan 2014
Standing in the jet stream,
I witnessed the curvature of the Earth.
Zephyr-clouds danced around me,
whispered their secret language,
reminding me to never forget
how the mountain allowed me to
be witness to the sacred-drama.
The mountain allowed me
safe passage on my descent, too.
If you only knew how lucky we were......
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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