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I remember thinking “airless,” then of a deflated balloon. Quite how this transformed into a tanka where I depict myself as a car with a flat tire, sprouting wings and soaring spiritually, remains a mystery. The Muse is mischievous this morning!
Jenine Bsharah Baines
David Rudder
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