During the darkest night

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Sunday 24th January

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During the darkest night

I look for a chink of light

That expectation

In the constellation

That you’re up there

Flying high somewhere

Darling Angel son

Now forever young

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xxxxx

High tide in the harbour this morning

Driving past the slipway

Porthmeor Beach

White horses galloping in the wild wind

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