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Marbles
Marbles
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Here is a bowl of marbles
I take a marble from the bowl
The same marble I have selected
For the last seventy-two days
I roll it between fingers
Marvelling at its smoothness
The swirl of green and blue
That cuts through its mass
Reminding me of planet earth
It sooths my soul
To contemplate its beauty
Its simplicity and structure
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She says
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Wednesday 1st April 2020 12:08 pm
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