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Oct 2019
I dreamt of a house on a hill.


A gentle gaze looked through the window


And a sound of the sweetest tune filled


The scenery from a flute’s blow.


The image of an aged adventurer fulfilled


With his journey ends as the dreamer grows.
Written by
Netokeli
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     ---, Hawa, shamamama and Bogdan Dragos
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