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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High tide in the harbour this morning
Driving past the slipway
Porthmeor Beach
White horses galloping in the wild wind
So lovely
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