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YNWA.
YNWA. I have seen this before but never knew what it meant. Then someone sent it to me recently and I still didn’t understand what it meant. I told...
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New Directions (37)
By lunchtime my eyes felt like someone’d kicked sand in my face. Three hours of staring at my PC screen scrolling through hundreds of messages trying...
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Chronicles of Trumpenstein : Desecration and Desperation.. By (As Distant As Possible!) Armchair Commentator Alfred N.Muggins
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16/2/25 Desecration of Constitution, Separation of powers, shut ‘em down! Shutting down all those government offices which were there to help the...
Entry 4 — The Things We Cover
Journal of Isla Loren — March 20 Location: upstairs hallway outside the second bedroom Weather: cloud-thickened morning, wind pressing against the...
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Chronicles of Trumpenstein : Republican Fortunes By (As Distant As Possible!) Armchair Commentator Alfred N.Muggins
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28/2/25 The rotten Republican Party, rotted from the inside by the lure of money and the threat of removing financial support had basically been...
The Museum
On opening day, the street shimmered with excitement. Crowds had gathered, rosy-cheeked, scarves looped tight. Kids bounced on their toes, holding...
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An Unguarded Moment
An Unguarded Moment By Paul McCann Driving downhill to the town at midday as the thunder and lightening was going on . I saw the lightening strike in...
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Dry Season
once, were cracks in the sky—splinters of sun now they’re sealed— edge to edge, mingled to one droplets fall on sheltering leaves: tearless grief— no...
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Dora. Part One.
I don’t remember the first time I met Dora. With other people I can sometimes remember where I was when I met them, as it’s that memorable, but with...
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Like Glass
Above the library rooftop terrace, the sky was dull and flat—the kind of moody white-grey of clouds not quite ready to cry, just heavy with the...
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