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Oct 2017
The street light in front of my house did not turn on,
There was a man walking out behind from behind the church,
My hands  stained with the night's illumination,
The air smells of the sea yet there were no waves,
And the chill was colder than usual,
I'm not sure what it was, really
Isobel Webster
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Isobel Webster  Australia
(Australia)   
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