Brenda and Paul arrived today. We are all safe, together, entertaining one another, impersonating Simon Schama and playing in parks. Wish us pleasant travels as we journey through London and on to Dublin this Saturday morning.
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Some things lie deep in the pit of the gut
like lead weights
like anchors to a seagoing ship,
the hour when the night pulls close his cloak around his shoulders.
The day-greasy streets are wiped clean
in the black night air;
in the dark only the glow of windows show.
Look within, people like us live inside.
Addled well with love, pints and familiar face
a path to bed is made
though perhaps not a straight one
till I too pull the cloak of his arms around mine for the night.
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oh, have such fun!
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