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“Quietly amazing, when she allows herself to be”,
an early epitaph written
while we are all still here,
“seems such a waste otherwise”.
When asked for memories
I have a day of hot sun and wasps,
an image from behind,
picking vaguely at garden things,
straw hat for a head.
Peacefully an...
Monday 2nd April 2012 4:35 pm
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