The sun is up, but hidden by overcast
skies, by the time you farewell your father, wave
away the taxi. Then you turn, head towards
a bowl of wheat bran and milk, and green tea
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Phillip, this is so well written. You deserve many more comment on this one.10/10 Regards, Ian