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May 2017
there is a meadow betwixt me and Mankind
a beautiful living witness to solitude
only the postie comes up the garden path
but I am always sleeping when this happens.
its a wholesome solitude that keeps one centred
right in the heart of life, which by definition
encompasses and never forgets those living
outside the meadows reach.
Written by
nivek
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