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Isolation

I wrap myself in a warm, wool blanket,
On a wet, cold winter’s day,
The isolation itself is a warm, soothing blanket,
Soft & consoling,
Warming my weary bones
Down to the marrow extolling
Peace & tranqulity...
I close my eyes & sleep,
Like a cat in his favorite heap.

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