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Jun 2013
My dear,
We spent a whole day travelling
And didn't reach our destination.
Saw many faces, trod many places
I followed your phases -
The moon.

I chased all the carrots
Shied from all the sticks
Everything that prodded me forward
Pulled me back to reality
That you are you
And I am me
And the word
‘IMPORTANT’
     **Will
                  Vary
          In
                    Interpretation.
...
And we have arrived back where we started
And not been where I wished to be
Right now all that I know
I’ll make myself transparently clear
It’s the journey, not the destination
That matters
But usually it’s assumed
That
They
Arrived.

So was the journey of today
Worthwhile
Anyway
Or
Can
We
Never
Reclaim
It
?

                                    My Dear.
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   Zoe, Timothy and Jemimah
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