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Nov 2017
I sat drinking wine
The world oblivious to our presence, save for a curious Fox.
He stood watching little red ridding hood and the wolf.
They missed the sunset, yet the moon's rise over the twin towers and laughter seemed far more precious.
They watched a lone star over a village and joked that the three wise men wouldn't turn up there!
Then they packed up the remnants of a feast and headed for Home
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
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