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Oct 2021
Leaving the light on, keeping the  monsters that dance through your night on their toes.

It was dark, even so, I could see, that the dragons breathing fire were out there to
toast me

and when you're sixty five, closing your eyes and hoping the night things won't see you doesn't work.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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