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Nov 2014
I awoke
this morning,
wrapped up in the clean
white linen
of a hotel bedroom.

Later,
I ate breakfast alone
at a table by the window,
staring silently
at the rolling waves.

No need for a newspaper
or small talk.
Just me
with my thoughts,
looking at the sea.

Lost
in a private
conversation.
Barry  Nicholas Smith
Written by
Barry Nicholas Smith  Brighton, England.
(Brighton, England.)   
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