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The Aromatherapist of Kozloduy
Summary but certainly not summery, though quite springlike towards the end of the month. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the latter fourteen days of February.
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When Your Snow is Deeper Than Your Dog
Summary but certainly not summery. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the first fourteen days of February.
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On Achill Island
What good’s a house without a penny whistle?
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Eva of the Seven Wonders
Originally intended for last week’s Inspiration Point (To keep or not to keep, or something), this piece missed the cut off point because heavy snow and power cuts kept me from completing it.
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Arabesque
When she hears it, she will know.
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A sad time
Posted on Fri, 27 Jun 2025
I know it's so very hard Jane. to lose a cat. New cats can be had, and they will be lovely little joybringers, but they can never be a replacement for those characters we've loved before.
We try to console ourselves with the thought that a...
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Fonts
Posted on Sun, 22 Jun 2025
Hello WWJA.
From my experience, I'd say you need to get the font size right on your original document before you copy to the ABC site page.
But further, I'm reasonably confident in saying that you could adjust the font size on your...
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Brown bread is brown bread
Posted on Sun, 08 Jun 2025
I'm a death is death kinda guy too. In all my years there has never been any sign that there is anything else. And even if there is a heaven and a hell, they'll be rammed with those 'England's already full' sort of people so they won't let me in...
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Sliding away
Posted on Sun, 08 Jun 2025
You've covered many possibilities of what might happen when we peg it, and described them well. It's a ptty we can't choose our afterlife experience from a catalogue. It's like many things in life; I don't care what happens (if anything at all)...
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Sometimes...
Posted on Thu, 29 May 2025
Sometimes we need to weep Caldwell. I'm sure your poem is something for your mother will come to treasure, along with her memories.
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Wreckage
Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025
The wreckage of a thousand bad decisions...
Having formerly been a seafarer myself, that's something that often goes through my mind.
The nearest sea to where I live now is the Black Sea. Apparently there are all sorts of...
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Johnson's Finger
Posted on Mon, 14 Apr 2025
It takes a very skilled writer to make me laugh at something that contains the words 'Boris' and 'Johnson'. In fact you've cheered me up immensely as I try to imagine that, despite everything that's going on in the world today, it would all be an...
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Germany
Posted on Mon, 31 Mar 2025
Apart from cherry cake and dirndln, football is probably my favourite thing about Germany. It's just so different to anywhere else I've watched it so I can well imagine the atmosphere at your second tier Hertha game. The last time I was in...
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Suffering children
Posted on Fri, 17 Jan 2025
It is said that the cries of the suffering children can be heard echoing late into most nights.
That's what our neighbours used to say when we lived in York in the mid 1960s but it turned out they were talking about me and my...
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Those women
Posted on Sat, 21 Dec 2024
I really like your line... Their songs like wire in no man's land
Some of the roughest times in history were passed down the years in song. Always thought provoking and haunting, as your poem is. Good on those women!
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