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Late Night Musings

When I can't sleep there is always that decision of stay in bed counting sheep or get up and do something productive. Tonight I did the latter. I've been a lover of poetry for many years now, so discovering the work of Ted Hughes 'Birthday Letters' dedicated to the memory of his wife Sylvia Plath really ignited my imagination. People you love aren't always supposed to stay in your life they teach you something very vital about yourself. Loss is inevitable but how they leave you tells you everything.

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