We are off. Wheels are off. Things feel light. Maybe it’s the air. The feel of lightness in the air. Either way we are off. I beg the air to be still. It keeps speaking of peace. I know. But still be still.
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My Writings, your inbox,
We are off. Wheels are off. Things feel light. Maybe it’s the air. The feel of lightness in the air. Either way we are off. I beg the air to be still. It keeps speaking of peace. I know. But still be still.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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