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Nov 2013
Where silence weaves shrouds
avarice is left in the cold,
beyond the trees and stone walls
we have finally left the crowds.
The sleeping mist lounges,
taking in our thoughts
and not even cloth ears himself
can ignore the enchantment already
whispering our vows
jo spencer
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jo spencer  Greenwich time zone
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   Antony Glaser
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