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Monday, 10 February 2025

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I read of self, of identity

Of exploration and passage

But David Noon - it is your phrase:

The sanctity offered by the countryside

That lifts my spirits


I want to walk along your pier head

Dive into your water

Let your cold mountain touch my skin


Maybe then

To write of the experience

To let go of the endless search

Camouflaged in regular words