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Jun 2010
I've not stopped dreaming.
I drift through these quays,
through the mouth, onwards!
And in this insubstantial ocean,
maybe I'll find my whale.
I float amongst the restless,
shouting for tomorrow.
And if only I see through this fog,
I could find what was lost.

I'll wake up one day,
but I hope I never stop dreaming.
Written by
Ruth Milner
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