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I feel on the edge of the world,

     eating breakfast alone

     at a table I set for four.

Planes fly low,

( Navy pilots on maneuvers)

      as I look out to a majestic view

      of the Olympic Mountain range,

      and imagine hurling myself through

      windows of tallest skyscrapers.


I am so small.

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  1. Thank you for sharing the beauty of your words – plucked from your heart strings, they play the song that bears your name. You are your home.

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