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May 2015
through the eye of a needle in the eye of a storm;
Everything calm and clear where we stood under parity
Oblivious to my distant surroundings
And obsessed with the clarity.
Fresh air never smelt so good.
Harry
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Harry  M/Gloucester UK
(M/Gloucester UK)   
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