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Our Old Girl… Remembering Coral

I knew Coral (seashore) for only the final two of her eighty-six years. Around our love and sadness for her late daughter Julia (Overthetop1), who herself had been a dear friend forty years before, we formed an incredible bond in that short time. She once described herself as an old crock. To me she was an old crock of gold.

For a Fan Coral

A picture of you. …since you left my portrait of you remains incomplete each day and night I dip into a palette of ever shifting infinite sky seeking...
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Sent To War Too Late

Sent To War Too Late By Paul McCann Two young bucks just out of school couldn’t wait to enlist for the war . Gerry and Colm were given a uniform and...

The Protection Visa

The Protection Visa By Paul McCann Komer Newman arrived in Australia on a tourist visa and like many others he was having a great time seeing the...

We are part of the Earth

We are part of the Earth. While all the earth has something to say I speak to teach the next generation. I praise our Earth. From the garden of my...

Observations.

Recently I noticed some things, that I had not thought of before. Someone I know, had bird poo drop on them, while they were out. It remined me, that...
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School friends

I was never much for friends. In primary school I was a loner, though I didn’t have the word for it then. My younger brother was the one with a...
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"Art of Trouble" 4

Jade finished her coffee and croissant sandwich of ham and cheese as she scrolled through information on her phone regarding the artist, Casper...
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Bunkers, Dads and Clubs

At last freed in the real world now, but my dad died and I a rebel without a cause. During third year engineering studies my grandfather died also...

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