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clothed in my embrace

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amniotic fluid

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weeps into his face

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Dedicated to William Ricketts who sleeps peacefully under the majestic Ash.

A reading of Mountain Ash can be found here. To You who read and listen

 endless love and see you down the road

oxo

Bec