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Lost and Unclaimed

Standing in baggage-claim, watching belongings go round again waiting for something that will never come, an army of strangers grab their bags and run leaving me distant adrift and alone, as the carousel stops —my location unknown (Shangri-La Airport: January, 2004)

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