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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

November by Walter de la Mare
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Flying across 23 countries, stopping 50 time to refuel along the way, a British 53-year-old pilot has arrived in Australia after she left Farnborough in Hampshire, southern England, in October.

She wanted to follow her heroine, British aviator Amy Johnson, who was the first woman to fly solo from Britain to Australia in 1930.

http://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2016/jan/09/i-need-a-drink-british-woman-lands-in-sydney-after-21000km-flight-in-vintage-biplane?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+main+NEW+H&utm_term=148776&subid=11006640&CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2

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