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Jun 2016
Feldspar, Quartz, calcium and granite
                   slip slowly through my hand
Crushed by time
                           into small grains of sand
A Millennia of time
           shaping the ground where I stand
Stretching for miles
                               under sea and over land
Time held together
                           by this last fragile strand
As the beginnings of life
                     slip slowly through my hand
You can over think while sitting on a quiet beach
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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