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LA Lights
Looking down at the glitter,
as the wings of the plane
tipped to touch the earth.
More like viewing a planet than
a city.
Stretching lights like butterfly wings
coming out of it's cocoon.
A work of art.
A billion Christmas trees illuminating
the sky.
I am formally home.
Angels welcoming me.
Overwhelmed by the beauty.
I am writing a screenplay.
Everybody writes a screenplay.
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