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May 2014
I can hear the wind
passing beneath my feet and
I can see the clouds roaming by my head and
I can taste free air on my tongue-
but I can feel the turbulence is increasing in my heart the further away I get from you
and I am reminded of why I love
planes,
flying,
the window seat,
but hate traveling.
Written by
Shannon Kelly
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