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Graham Nunn

Leaving Home

Wake at five to a silence I've never felt before. Step out in the stillness of the early light and walk down the stairs to the front garden.

dimmed
by my footsteps
winter dew

Pause - listen to the rattle in my lungs, as the emotion rises. Catch my breath before the tears break and burn. Watch the sun rise over the city of my birth, knowing that this life has all but ended.

still
on the road
no one travels

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