by Gemma McCallion
Age: 17 -21
Is there a place free from strife, land that that has not
been scarred by war, fertilised by mans infliction on man?
Is there a mind that is void of doubt
insecurity and guilt
a harmonious mind adrift a calm sea?
If man is merely a wanton wretched child, we can never acquiesce, a
higher plane is where we shall meet
Find me this place of sanctuary and purity, and there you will find
your peace.
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