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Mar 2014
empty is full of opportunity,
bare and darker invites color,
peace of mind, peace and quiet,
piece together a home to
shelter the heart, to protect...
throw the doors open and
decorate outside in,
throw the curtains back
and decorate inside out,
cupped hands around
a cup of tea and let the
mind go to where the imprint
of who lives there is stamped,
like hope now has a lamp, lit.
For something
different.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   bex
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