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Quiet
Far away. Away over hills, dales, swamps and footpaths.
Lies my dwelling. My being place.
Where all me is kept.
My spiritual, etheric, foddering home.
I can't take you there - for the place is mine and mine totally.
Taking another would change the place to not me.
Not mine.
Make me pine for a place that was.
That no longer exists.
So I'll slip away.
Quietly.
And b...
Tuesday 7th November 2017 6:21 pm
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