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Volodya

Keep reading, the Russian is translated at the end. Picture PD. Now with audio.
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Punctured day

I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago during one of my blah days. Today I thought I'd share it: it is another blah day. Also, another day when the fact that my hair is clean and going swish is one of my few joys.
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What’s Wrong With Putin? By Alfred N.Muggins
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What’s wrong with Putin? Hasn’t he got enough wives? I would assume that he must have a wife. I can’t say, I’ve never seen her. Does he bring her to...
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This Cannot Be Our Home

We are not earthly, we cannot thrive here without all our rags and shoes, dry shelters, heated, cooled. We all need padded cells. There is so much...
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04.2 The Wolf Pack
A black Falcon parked on the right side of Avenida Alvear. Avenue Palace Hotel stood opposite. A magnificent building of Spanish colonial...
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Yorkshire Location Shoot

Hullen Edge (also Hullenedge) is named after the holly prevalent along the ridge/escarpment/whatever. Image is from here Permission requested
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Sleeping Stone

Call me Fred. Image source Wikipedia. CC by SA 2.0
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Nothing New.

One of my favourite kings in history is the great king Nebuchadnezzar. He was very, very powerful, he made his name in history and even has a very...
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Pub garden
sitting on a chair in a pub garden by the riverside sitting here watching all the boats sail by it is such a hot day as I sit here under the shade...
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The Nightingale’s Song

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04.1 The Wolf Pack
Nobody knew Tony Yunis – an available CIA operative in the area; the man on demand. Nobody at Embajada de los Unidos knew him. They had telephone...
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Nurse Ratchet

As I carefully got out of the elevator, making sure my crutches didn’t get caught between the gap from the lift to the first floor, my heart raced. ‘...
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War Of Words
WAR OF WORDS Shootin' Putin: shooting from the lip Front Lines: Ukraine reigns! Russia won't crush her! This is not NATO's war – yet. The Russian...
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Coral Bay
W hen the moon is just right, thousands of coral reefs spawn, turning the sea into a snowstorm of new beginnings, drifting on the tides to start new...
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The New Boy
For the umpteenth time Gareth checks his teeth, straightens his new tie and fiddles, even though there is no need, with his hair. He rinses and dries...
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Convoy to Canberra
Convoy To Canberra Thousands gather in Canberra With signs; “Where is the PM”. No maskers target policemen, asking for hugs to spread the bugs. ‘...
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God is love. This is how he showed his love among us …

1 John 4:8,9 [Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Love is not merely sentiment and kiss, desire for good – its essence you will miss if you don’t...
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Nor There

Dreaming about mum. Walking along a country lane. We saw plump birds appear from the tall grass and scuttle across the road. They had brown feathers, speckled black, and jade green necks. I asked mum why they didn’t fly. “They’re pheasants,” she said. “You eat them.”
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Cassiolta - 2

It was Cassiolta. She broke it all. I was wild with the jealousy only a child of not-quite-nine can know. I thought she was a conniving witch, a...
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