at Hurtwood from 2023 - 2025 -- There's an endless morning dew sitting beneath the coming morning. It's like soft liquor. I can feel it through my window as I wake up, from the meadow I'll admit, I l
'Gratitude', a poem by Julia Chambers (at Hurtwood in the early 90s) October 6th at 10.18 Crumbs thrown at a distance, constant lacking and not being fed adequately. Nurture and care missing, presumed
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