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Dec 2018
To crack the husk of singledom,
I close known roads,
In case one leads away from you
And I stumble up it blind.

And if the tender seed of love
Lying in its casing
Fails to take,
Then I may break.

Softer dances of selfdom
Replace my solo march.
I swirl more gently,
With Grace the Caller.
A caller refers to the person who 'calls' instructions in many traditional dance forms
Sally Dawn Ibbotson
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Sally Dawn Ibbotson  65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.
(65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.)   
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