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Jun 25
It didn't matter,
for he could smell the sea
and thought it just enough
to season the past,
the remembrance,
slowly curling
in the flames at his feet.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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