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Oct 29
The owl hoots as in hoots mon here you are again,
Scottish owls are rare in Spain.

I woke to the sound of silence
even the hands of the clock wore soft gloves, very nice said the old me and quaintly so.

Breakfast was a cup of strong joe,
gotta get going somehow and a fix of caffeine is about the most I can manage.

We'll go out soon
She said,
I nodded my head
I do that a lot
it makes for an easier life.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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