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Apr 2017
Unplug yourself
And in that stark still shade
Enjoy the glory of your imaginings -
Often conceived, rarely nurtured,
Scarcely shared
Or allowed to thread through the laughter
Of the warm flickering shadows
Of hearth and home.
Give voice and shape and colour
To every faint ember
And you - will - soar.
How will you hear your own thoughts if you are always plugged into other people's voices.  Seek space and stillness to think.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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