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Jan 2014
We sat comfortably
in thermal pools
inside the clouds.

A swirling humid
white-mist surrounded us
as we snuggled in
the safety of altitude,
felt the earth tremble
a 5.8 on the Richter.

Moments like that
are never recreated,
just written about
to remember their purity.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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