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Nov 2014
The moment you realise that you can only live in the present is the moment you truly start to live.
This moment came to me at 9:16pm on a hot Friday night;
As we swam in your pool and lost our identity to the darkness;
Nothing but the sounds of our breathing;
And the stars above our heads.
We had the whole world right at our finger tips;
And it was stunning.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
(Australia)   
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