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Sometimes it feels futile to bother
When walls -inside and out – either get built
Or come tumbling down
When safety and wellness bends in the wind
When just being can be painful
There is always a little reward for trying however
A hot cup of tea, a morning cake – an owl in the tree before dawn
Life is a mosaic – tiny, colourful pieces
Which we perhaps will never see as a whole
But they must have some kind of a bigger picture
The dust brushed aside and excavated
Some days we can try
Others we can sleep through
All days count in the end.
JAE ROSE 
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