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F.S.
We all heard here in England that a lot of snow was coming, most of us didn’t think it would come. Each year, it is the same thing, that lots of snow...
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Oh, for Stirrings and Softenings!
Could there be some stirring in those hearts of hate those hearts as hard as slate, so cold? Could glimmers of care and love begin, unfold, and...
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- 906 reads
Winter mornings
Despite the broken blind on the Velux no light creeps in. The pain behind my eyes makes the day feel like it isn’t ready to begin. Feet so heavy as...
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- 166 reads
Gone But Not Forgotten
Now! With unhurried reflection of times most vivid, whispers steal here and now, leaving me spellbound by passing thoughts. Purified pulse of light...
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- 1420 reads
After the Last Supper...
... an eye witness account with a different take...
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- 195 reads
Sir!
When Daniel was young, I understood him well enough when he wanted more information. My reply was, “All you need to know is, they are the best...
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- 354 reads
Stirred and Shaken
'There was a stirring in the air, as if spirits moved unseen' (Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol) The world stirs and scratches fretfully in...
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- 556 reads
Voila!
I hate the snow! I hate Winter! I remember many years ago, at the bus top in winter, in my court shoes, while we were waiting for the bus to arrive,...
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- 234 reads
The bench at the top of the hill
On a clear day you can just about make out the city clawing at the sky. A red light flashing, like a distant warning. Apart from that the...
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A dweller on the threshold
Miranda worked as a receptionist at a nearby private psychiatric hospital, she worked night-shift, one week on, one week off. The first private...
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- 448 reads