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I’m off!
With the wind
Carried on hopes.

My feet
Being lifted
Miles high.

The lives of
Many below
vanishing slowly.

I’m emerged
Between curling
White clouds.

With them
My mind floats
Cozy thoughts

No way of
Stopping, home
At my back.

On the horizon
lies the
Destination of much.

White smoke from
tires on this
tarmac runway.

So lands
in a new,
place of missions.

-END-

Reflection
On your last flight, did you sleep, read, write, make plans or maybe you were too worried about getting to your destination in one piece for any of that. :) Flying is oftentimes the the most productive time away, while away.

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