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Henry
Our little man has just turned one. We call him Henry, not Don or Ron. He walks and points, and life is 'bon'. When the toy goes, he knows it's far...
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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...
Entry 3 — The Box
Journal of Isla Loren — March 19 Location: the craft room (formerly the back sitting room) at the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: sunlight...
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Castrator.
The life of a castrato is an interesting one. The boys were castrated before their beautiful voices changed. This was done in Italy, so that they...
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Entry 2 — Margaret’s Garden
Journal of Isla Loren — March 18 Location: white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: Dew on the windowpanes, pale light, hush before the wind Notes:...
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Addictions.
There are lots of different kinds of addictions. I suppose if I had to put them into categories, I would put them as mild, medium, strong, severe,...
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Entry 1 — The Mug
Journal of Isla Loren — March 17 Location: the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: Salt wind, early fog, something waiting Notes: possible...
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Dora. Part Two.
I had met Dora’s parents and brother, they were lovely. Her dad was a very successful man. After he retired, he had given her his car. Dora explained...
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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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