On the shooting of a star
I hung my boots
and travelled far

In a book I read a line
that reflected
thoughts of mine

In a tree I heard a crow
teaching tortoises
to sew

Through the keyhole of a dream
I saw a sheep…
What can it mean?

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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