Air

by Michèle Nardelli

By Michèle NardelliPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Richard R. Schünemann on Unsplash

I’m in your pocket.

Jet propelled, powerless.

And it’s a wild ride.

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Michèle Nardelli

I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.

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