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That Smile

it was a passing thought while drinking coffee the sound of traffic in my ear an image of my mother recently deceased appeared and yes there is that sadness the hand of Fate and yet a melancholic joy comforts me … Continue reading

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Slicing

each day is a point of no return looking back is kept for drinking coffee for writing poetry in small cafes strange creatures around the waterhole a restbite between the contradictions…. an opportunity to observe particularly the natives looking for … Continue reading

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