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In the slums of London, 11 year olds

(Observations)

A story

( the progression of dementia in loved ones )

i do not fear the darkness though i much prefer the light while moonshine mid the scattered stars are friends i meet by night the sun’s..

the sun on lakeside water gleams on surface glass you can not fail to notice that light can smother dark it sparkles and it spangles and here..

(We can learn from our avian friends)

( I must stop watching horror films at night, this is what my muse gave me this morning)

Something different

as long as trees do green their leaves in spring and bluebells carpet woodland where we walk as long as bird song trills for you and i and we are ..