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Feb 9
Here and now,
This minute in time
This second
I feel the cool air on my face
Blowing gently
I hear the wind
I feel the wind
And the damp atmosphere
Which surrounds me

Here now
This minute in time
I see the sky of grey
It’s a miserable day
The rain now spitting at me
As if to say
Go away

Here and now
Going home
To dryer climes
In front of a warm fire
Drinking coffee with cream
And a slice of strawberry cheesecake
What a dream
Here and now!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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