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Chapter 10: Find your own path. Ramone’s engine droned steadily, breaking the hush of the river. His boat was stacked with bread, tins of fruit, and...

Recalling in moments of silence the clarity of nature's balance... where rhythms most fragile are born in spring, deep rooted in time, repeated...

Maxis arrived at English class late. He took an earful from the teacher and sat down between the classroom wall and an empty seat. A couple of...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] We do not worship One who has no love and mercy, gentleness and grace; yes, angry with all evil, wickedness...

Chapter 22 – Gloria After a few minutes of standing around and . . . well . . . I am not really sure what are doing. We all agree that the party...

After that first day, Tom felt more relaxed about going to school, and soon got into the routines of the day. Lining up in the playground when the...

My dad's medals from WW11 - he was a Master Bomber in the Pathfinders and flew 60 missions. He marched to remember, every year he could. Anzac Day...

Chapter 8: Somewhere to stay. The hut stood squat beneath its thatched roof, still rustling faintly with the night‑flying whoopee birds who had...

Overnight the news was on: people talk fast nowadays, soundbytes even on Mainstream Media are delivered fast and loud, the questions are always shorter than the answers, which are generally little more than an on-line pitch for tiktok or instagram.