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Apr 2018
A sense of something underlying,
giving time to speak,
taking time to listen,
digging through the outer crust
to find the softer beneath.

A sense that people are aching,
about to press stop,
to spend time to sit
and invest time in slower thinking
before they're ready to drop.

A sense that some folk would rather
take the slower path
and bearing a little late-ness
with a little more space
and making more time to laugh.
City life can get to you after a while unless you find some space with mates.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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