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Feb 2019
Sometimes reality is just too much and I pop out for a while.
I step into a story.
I make it my own.
A space shaped just for me.

Then I expand my space to accommodate my latest imaginings.
I push, stretch, build and take new ground with every new thought, with every fresh fruit of each branch of each path.
And once I've created sufficient space, I invite my friends, my close friends, my network family to join me and to join my story and so to enjoy the strange fruit of my imaginings.
I need to write.  It's where I get to call the shots.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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