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Mar 2018
All
Between all the light breezes
we could meet,
the spaces where breath
breathes in joy
and be glad that this is it,
and movement now is our thing;
a magic of moment.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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