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Jan 2018
She closed her eyes
serene in her anticipation of There,
in her unshakable hope for Then.
And blind, she sat
unaware of the joy of the Here,
closed to the pleasure of the Now
- both within an arms reach of her dreaming.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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