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The sleep of trees
If only we could be more like trees and give up the whole summer in an inferno of gold, then go to sleep. If only we could bare our souls like that, stark to the winter’s night,
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Inspiration
That would be the sweet voice, the breeze that rustles the leaves of your mind. The silent voice that fills your heart with music and your life with colour, that cannot be seen and yet
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Silver Birch
He always had the feeling that he knew where he was going, he knew where and he knew why, but things happened, things he couldn’t really help but he regretted all the same,
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The old house
Many years ago the entire dining room ceiling had fallen down in one piece, it landed on the table, the floor, the beautiful art deco sideboard, the upholstered dining chairs and the cutlery,
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The second coming
When the cities have all died and the money has rotted, when humankind has either learned or perished, the trees will come again, nosing at the underside of the railway platforms
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