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Monday, December 03, 2012
Starting from now
It wasn't until he was stood
at the bottom of a great hill
that he saw that
what it symbolised
was even greater,
took a pen
from his inside pocket
and wrote the time on his hand
in thick, black scrawl.
A birth of sorts.
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