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Jul 2020
It’s two in the morning
Early hours of the night
I sit in the garden
Experiencing the fresh morning air
Looking at the black sky
With stars twinkling up above
When I saw what was like
a star moving across the sky
Not a shooting star
No of course
The European space station
Watching down upon us!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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