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Mar 2018
I hung up a picture,
Centre wall, a place of prominence.
And as my house burned down around me
I desperately tried to save it.
But the heat made it bubble
And change, it became a nightmare,
an Odilon Redon.
Retrospectively it may have
always been so.

I was just blind.
Our minds sometimes stop working
Cana
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Cana  122/Ubiquitous
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     Mary-Eliz and Brendan Roher
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