Sleep baby sleep

Commemorate, celebrate,
or forget the date,
unload and it let go;
there is nohow I would rather be,
than being me, with you,
here and now, parked,
wind whistling in the dark,
the sound of the sea through
an open window all I want to know.

Sleep deep baby, sleep.

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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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