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Nov 2020
I can imagine that serenity is sent to send me to a region where my origin is unimportant, where peace and tranquillity are not solely the currency of Buddhists,

I can imagine that
but not often,
everything crowds in on me and silence becomes a luxury which is usually, out of stock.
and it seems obvious that the unattainable is not available
but a part of imagining is reaching out and touching on
the stars.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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