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Jul 2014
Your concerns are global
with endless scope,
through sleet and sound i hear that
under a touch of your eye
we arrive
into a moment,
with hides shed
for wings ;
these things you bring.
Simon Soane
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Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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