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..the grand pursuit of the heart of La Grande Bellaza in the cradle of civilisation like turning out of an alley and finding light in the piazza.. Read more
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The End and the Beginning Because others had named the day We can plot the moment When first in a church and then in the barn of an after bouquet of a wedding you caught a glimpse of the future in each other deftly like a slipping shadow at first then ripening boldly Read more
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Who is like God? Love was the father and love the mother. You arrived in December, anticipating another Christmas A reward in yourself rather than a present A pilgrimage more than a journey Because we cannot find love in ourselves Only with another And you were the purest love The world of love in Read more
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The Language of Us Before you, I walked at the edge of the group A straggler in strangers My life didn’t fit, held together with an unsafety pin I was made not to measure A bird not of a feather And my hesitant shadow held back Expecting never to be expectant, half a step Read more
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