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Oct 2021
We drifted off in a sea of sails across a billowing sky.

Sleep comes like this when the angels kiss your eyes,
where the islands are seashells along a vast shelf and I dance the tango with me and myself.

and the thunder I hear is just the tide coming in
and so I open my arms and say, let it begin,
and it will as it is done.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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