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Jan 2019
Today I found my happy place
is seeing my head succumbing to pressure,
finding itself displaced
from not the event,
or indeed my need for protection,
but from the simple fact of
continuing to be
before again retreating;
Receeding into peace.
Written by
Giuseppe Stokes  Edella
(Edella)   
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