Moon up high reflecting sunlight, rising tides, the surface once more shines. All of it’s own driven along, through the empty night to a brand new dawn. By Mark Shackleton |
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- Born 2nd Aug 1979, English, a quarter Indian, a bit Portugese and a fraction Irish but lived mostly in Australia, 6ft3inches, dark haired and bearded, loose clothes, creative, intelligent and dyslexic.
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