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High in the mountains of Timor On a hill in a cradling valley Swathed with cloud Warmed by sunlight. The Portuguese loved this place. They built a pousada On the hill and planted roses. It has stood for a hundred years. They are rebuilding it. Visitors come Absorb the peace. Wander through the garden Look under shrubs and flowers Find a stone Amongst the flowers. Set near a rusty swing. Itself once used, now not. Mind the rust. All must decay. Under frangipani Is a memorial. Read what it says. Robin Finlay Taudevin 14/3/1977 to 14/6/2006. My son.

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Date: 4/3/2016 8:34:00 AM
Oh what pain. Sorry for your loss. Well written
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Date: 4/2/2016 7:26:00 PM
oh this is beautiful but the ending so sad Lansell - may he rest in peace:-) hugs jan xx
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Lansell Taudevin
Date: 4/3/2016 8:40:00 AM
Thanks for that

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