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Jan 2014
Listening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no
sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.
Written by
kevin morris  London (UK)
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