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Feb 2019
We talk of why
In this place
We seem not ******
These peoples also, we say.
Is it what surrounds us?
The intimate is-ness?
Vine on tree trunk
Rain on earth.
Tree held by rock
Bird held by flock
Are we brought to a better truth here
Where there is no need to
Rush for confirmation and release.
Does the sea water please us
Enough.
Sally Dawn Ibbotson
Written by
Sally Dawn Ibbotson  65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.
(65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.)   
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