this seat is mine

mine, for the time
it takes
to cross, the
desert
to cross,
from there
to
here,

a part, of me
is no
longer

mine

lost
with all the
other
parts,
along,
the way

lost

by all, those
others, who

said

this seat, is mine

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1. Andy is back! I do like how you write….makes me slow down and take in each and every word.

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   1. Thank you Lois, makes the process of writing even more rewarding. And it’s good to be back…

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