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Mar 2020
In this quiet place I sit,
all alone, yet never quite,
to watch the twilight bleed the day
and bring the bounty of the night.

He comes to me as evening wakes,
His silent solace ever true
bewitched I fall into his eyes
and there I feel my soul renew.
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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