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I'm in the plane, about to land
Two weeks away from home
I see the trees and all the sand
Touch down, Disembark,
Our adventure has just begun.
We all survived the van ride,
But that was just step one.
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I am climbing, carefully.
I am clutching the rope.
I am standing still.
I am clutching nothing.
I am listening to a countdown...
"Dos, Tres!"
I am silent, I am breathing -- and then --
I am flying.
I am touching nothing.
I am spiraling, I am free...
And now I am wet.
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Here we are, alone.
Children run and play and live
And pull out my hair.
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