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The sunlight hits your photograph. And memories stir and start to dance. I let the quietness linger, then the moment fades, but not the pain that hides within, it's undiminishing, a format never finishing, distained and flat, a stone-hard fact ... Now, as rain drums on my window pane, a dormant mind-light glows again, and I believe I can make it through ... You'd want me to, You'd want me to.
Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent - 2011
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