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Nov 27
Here is where I feel at ease,
This cave shaped like a home.
Here I sing and wash the dishes,
Just me, comfortably alone.

Here I can just be,
No need, no need
To talk in cryptics:
Here I am free.
I long to return home.
Jude
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Jude  19/Brussels
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