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  • Awe.

    The delicate petals of a blooming flowerThe setting sun at evenings hour.The vastness of the mighty seathe business of the bumble bee.The chorus sang to the rising sunchildren playing, having fun.The mountains high, the oceans deepthe rejuvenating of a good night’s sleep.The mother’s joy to hear her newborn babea nest full of eggs, freshly laid.The…

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First and foremost a father to a daughter and a son, both, who I love more than dare say. Next a searcher, a gamer, a would-be novelist, a supporter, who loves socialising, the outdoors, and those moments when eternity touches the soul.