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2d
Ripping through the ties that blind me
freeing all the light inside me
the morning sun sits down beside me
and all looks beautiful.

Mindful that I'm moving forward
balanced on the wings of progress
nothing seems as untowards
as the evening coming closer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Dorothea Daisy
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