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Strange days and motel beds,
a distance between us with
that small pocket of grief
we carry in the lone moments
of this wending journey
and, in a moment of elan,
I roll over and reach for you
in the solo of the night
and just as suddenly
come to my senses knowing,
in the drift of my dream,
that the pillow is a
pure phantasm of longing
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Matching pillow and pants… smart night clothes…lol
Lovely poem, Paul.
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Yes, he’ll be lost in all that sameness, lol. Thank you Helene.
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Oh! this resonates, too much …. lol
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Yes, lol, your experiences with travel.
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You absolutely nailed a FIFO experience! Sadly, the cost is high.
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Yes, a friend of mine was involved in research at Curtin into FIFO and one piece of data that came out, was that Seven years was the maximum sustainable, and anything after that you were pushing hard. I have friends in mining industry who’ve done it for Fifteen, twenty years, and are enjoying it, yet feeling weary nonetheless. Hard work.
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Yes I work with FIFO families too and familiar with the challenges of their lifestyle. I’ve been travelling for close to 15+ years and still love it, maybe because I also love what I do. FIFO is more structured than my schedule. I have a few set visits each month but other visits are ad hoc across the state, which creates problems that are not easily resolved. Cue violins! lol
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Lovely poem, Sir 🙂 ❤
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Thank you 🙂
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Most welcome 🙂 Have a blessed Easter ❤
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Yes, happy easte, blessings 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Pleasure 🙂
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🙂
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🙂
Oops!
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Indeed 🙂
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Lol
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Indeed, thank you Punam
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My absolute pleasure, Paul. 😊
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🙂
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Very true and beautifully worded
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Thank you
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