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The Tree They Couldn’t Cut Down By Paul McCann There was story I heard about a tree that stood alone on a hill , before the little village streets...

I had never seen this before. I think those who saw it too, would have said the same. I was driving at the time, but all those who saw it, must have...

Our nation's saviour. A Petrarchan sonnet. Best recited with a Churchillian twang.

In still of night leaving cold air in peace, but for hypnotic breezes kissing leaves...then by first light bathed in morning dew – before golden dawn...

It was good sometimes... Image source is flicker.com no known copyright issues.

The old pine dinner table has four sides, on one side, Bethany Fitch. Her oversized grey t-shirt swaying toward the singular sliding glass door...

This is some time before 2011, when I rescued the Hard drive from a kaput komputer, before chucking the rest in the bin. Around 2016 I bought a hard-drive docking station; there are now two old hard drives docked. Sometimes I look back at old stuff, luckily I don't post it all. Guiri is an insult, pretty much, in Andalucia. It used to mean Guardia Civil when they couldn't serve in their home town. Now it means any stranger/foreigner/ex-pat. There are, or used to be, both of these pubs at either end of Alhaurin El Grande's main street. Images: google maps.

He took out his seeds to sow … the tiniest size and wonky … ’I’ll plant something else now instead!’

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