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A bedsit.

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A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.

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A window.

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I encountered this woods in the midst of the city.

Sanctuary

Fall of 1976

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Listen

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to the heartbeat of life

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Susurros,

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whispers of a warm spring day

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enveloped my being

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A robin alighting,

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here and there,

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welcomed to its lair,

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its voice joining the chorus

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of the woods...

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Silence

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The loneliness of afternoons

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Quaker graveyard

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The silence of the birds

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The day was cold,

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the greyness of an overcast winter afternoon.

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Mud had taken over my shoes,

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mud that became embedded in my consciousness.

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Yet, Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.

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