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Finding myself once again in the tug and pull of my relationship a new poem came whilst flying back. Such a fertile place, being 36,000 feet above the ground, strapped in and still for a while. The poem referenced here is my poem, “Air Travel” which can be read in my book, “A Confederacy of Joy”.

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