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Sep 2021
When it all feels like hell in a handbasket,
when you shout out at the wind and ask it
where the silence begins and all that you hear
is the wind howling at you and wonder
who is it you are, when the shortest step is
too far to take,
it's
time to break the connection,
cast off and head for the islands.
The poison in the air that we breathe.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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