The moment that you conclude, all life now can exude music poetry: a final valedictory for seasons raced in sun so soon now become the furtive sense, the other one... the world we left we behind in moments that were kind and to all but sun were blind. Music poetry, a final chance to see... infinitely.
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Hi - all the books have now moved to make way for new ventures : thanks to those that enjoyed them !