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Was that a moment or was it an unreality existing in a fading dream as the embrace of sleep released me to […]
Would our parents still approve if I was poor if I quit my job of social standing became a gardener refused to […]
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Letter Beach 24th August 2017 No waves, marks left on silent sands, white lines on grey. Solitary shells, scattered stones, forgotten pools […]
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Clear and flat unblemished surfacecleaned and shining, returns the lightno bumps to shadow no hollows of darkplain and pure reflecting perfect brigbrightIn […]
