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Jan 2019
Early morning.
Still dark.
Fire crackling.
Fireplace glow,
lights out.
Dark.
Fireplace glow
baths
everything.
Medieval.
Medieval
feel.
Cold, yet
warm.
Mind
wanders.
Infinity
contemplating.
Where to
turn?
What to
think?
Time.
Time
to think.
Time to
write!
Release.
Release
what’s within.
Clear the
mind.
Start again.
Write!
John Prophet
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John Prophet
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