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Dec 2019
There is quietness breeding out there, silence multiplies in the cold air, each frosted breath brings death to sound and footsteps gliding over icy ground make no noise.

It's a killer night, make no mistake,
loneliness takes no prisoners.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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