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Oct 2014
Turbulence-free
Freezing heights.

Sparse...
Thin air...

Gliding
you landed
as a tickling feather
over my
wet runway.

(jiggling)

Whole engine
seen flapping
its wings
cutting clouds
in pieces,
in joy!
RoDin
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