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Sep 2019
In the optimistic light of the morning,
or when I’m travelling somewhere, fast,
perhaps on a plane or a train,
everything seems ok.
Caring so much seems silly, and I feel released.
Healing and carrying on with life seems not only possible but natural, inevitable.
Written by
Sydney  England
(England)   
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