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I was always struck by the actual painting that you done of this and intrigued by the intricate interlacing of the fence and how it both draws the viewer in and locks them out. The poem is equally intricate and superbly excuted sketching in the isolation of your loneliness with a few quick strokes. The understatement and the reining in of the emotion makes it all the more powerful and harrowing. Love both the poem and picture. Hope you will put both on Myspace as you are in the unique position of being both the author of the poem and the painter of the picture. love Dónall Dónall

Beautifully poignant & with a gentle yet fully-weighted punch at the end... thank you.