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Dec 2013
I drift
slowly
comfortably
the silence surrounds me.
The ocean around me,thus trapped I am wrapped in the Mother's embrace,a softness that fills me with salt and with the sea,and I am free from the trappings,unwrapped from the scratchings,released from the longings and drifting,
slowly
to and through the endlessness of tide times,silence in the way I agree with the ocean,the sea.
She lifts me to be
the drifter.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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