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Jan 2015
Oh gone are the days of white sheets draped on propped up cushions;
Of safety in delicate, wavering structures only strengthened by imagination.

This fort is of unseen iron, steel and girders - bound and secured by all of my insecurity.
AMcQ
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AMcQ  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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