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May 2010
Is this my home ground?
We'd lived here, it's true.
But what I have found
is this, my home ground,
is town all around
full of empty of you.
Is this my home ground?
We'd lived here. It's true.
Reality Checkpoint is a particular lamppost in Cambridge. Years after we moved away from the town, I had reason to spend a week back there without my sweetheart, and all that was left at Reality Checkpoint was this triolet.
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Thomas Thurman
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