Reflective sun shining in the sky in the mist of the dusk the coming of night she sighs Watch her breath the tide of the waters below with gentle sea breeze lightly it ripples and flows 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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