I climbed
Down
Out of my caravan
And
Looked at the stars.
The night was black
With
Dazzling
Luminescence
Distant
Galaxies,
Memories
Of the past
Talking to me.
Don’t talk back,
Listen.
My thoughts on creativity, imagination, health and social care and their relationship with human emotion
Simplicity with truth.
(Catch the flares)
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