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21.01.2021 I’m just getting cosy in my little rowing boat The white duvet snug around me and I’m warm, rugged up. My foot kicks me gently...

My room has become my womb Where I rest and grow Where I learn and discover new things Where new ideas are deliberated and nurtured It is...

We are made of the moon, You are made of the stars. From one giant bang we all were born, In tiny micro biology form.

It is the bold manoeuvre, the risk taker, with the switch held, propelling full tilt, in kilter.

You went out in summer to get away, parked up in a side road and turned the engine off. Locking the doors, you relinquished your seat

soon to be discovered on the other side of willingness and the tenderhearted hopefulness of coming back into the light

This is my black forked silhouette saluting triumphant against a wide whitened sky, a monochrome hopeful chime at an otherwise dark time.