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Sunday, 7 July 2013

Spring

A creaking door opens
Birds chirp
A solitary eastern cabin
Placed on an island platform
In the middle of a lake

Strings of bells chime quietly
The teacher yells at the young boy
It is time to get up, time
To sweep clean the boardwalk
Before they jump into the rowing boat



from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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