No. 23 Wase Close--the wall around our home
Mummy, my sister's cat next to a picture of our mommy...
the view outside my window
Remains of a time long past
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"It seems that the poems and the songs of protest and liberation are always too late or too early: memory or dream. Their time is not the present; they preserve their truth in their hope, in their refusal of the actual."
Herbert Marcuse
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praying for you, Victor.
Peace, Erin
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