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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

between 7 and 8

that hour -- where the sun is still behind the mountains
the air still cool
is mine.
sitting, sipping tea,
breathing.
the day lays in front of me
like an unopened letter
like a white blank page
waiting to be written upon.
peaceful freedom
in this house, in the wind, in my heart.

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