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I can feel it on my skin, I can smell it in the air. Cold ocean breezes blow and bring me feelings of life and joy.
I need that desperately, and I am glad beyond belief that it comes and not a moment to soon.
I live in a world of perpetual light. When it fades, I start to feel whole again.
I need that desperately, and I am glad beyond belief that it comes and not a moment to soon.
I live in a world of perpetual light. When it fades, I start to feel whole again.
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Walking On
Standing - Alone - on a beachfront: the one constant pitch of the rugged ocean breeze crackles through my hair and my sodden layers. With my hands wedged firmly in my pockets I watch as a grey sky slides overhead and listen intently to the deep blue sea just in case it has any secrets to share with me.
No sleep or work to be had - only observing.
Occasionally I think to hear somebody calling my name from behind: I turn to find only quiet dunes, so I return my eyes to the sea again.
It is only when I hear footsteps that my attention is divided.
A girl; all I can see walking. I cannot tell her height, the colour of her eyes, her hair, her s
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Libraries
I stand with bated breath,
My heart beating without rest.
I push open the double doors,
The comforting smell fills my nose,
It promises grand fantasy,
Moments of drama and ecstasy,
Glorious battles and broken souls,
The light of hope and horizons untold.
I walk between the mountain peaks,
A carpet of white beneath my feet.
To scale the cliff is no small feat,
But the reward is great enough for me.
As I wander to and fro,
I watch the tales slowly unfold,
I drown within each of their vivid worlds,
I live by their inspiring words,
I travel the roads alongside them,
I laugh and cry like an old friend,
When the end draws near we bitterly
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Hometown
I dream of you, love of my life, most in the fall
When rain falls soft on red brick
And a crisp breeze flirts with the nape of my neck.
You have seen me leave far too soon
For far too long,
But you are still the breath that soothes
The months-long cramp in my lungs,
And my smile finds you.
In spite of that old grief in the harsh lights,
You still hold me safe and sure and real.
So I ride six hours north,
Back to you, back home
To find you once more.
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