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- 6 degrees Celsius

- 6 degrees Celsius

 

From my balcony,

yes! the atlas

of my balcony;

with the music

of the masters

pouring forth,

from within,

I follow the stars

direction Norway

and Sweden

while around the corner

one looks

towards Iceland

and 'those islands'.

Cleeve is just across the way

and Paris and Brussels

down the road.

 

This is my mainland!

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