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Forget the memory.
Tonight, from a cluttered little graveyard of regrets and remorse, I exhume a melancholy memory inlaid with semi-precious stones. When the dirt it...
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Fly me to Cuba.
Tonight the memory of the demise of Castro a few years ago and its attendant macabre carnival, stirred a melancholy recall in that part of my heart...
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Grandfather.
My grandfather’s front parlour always reeked of pipe tobacco and slowly passing time, time that was so reluctant to glide along that only a new war...
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Writing with a cigarette.
He is a man standing alone in front of the whole world dressed only in his words and the ash from a thousand cigarettes, judged by seas and mountains...
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Silly nonsense.
Footsteps on a gravel path after midnight are generally associated with intruders of malevolent intent. The crunch rings out clearly in an otherwise...
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Yes, oh yes. I fly too
Posted on Sat, 20 Dec 2025
Yes, oh yes. I fly too regularly from Belfast to Edinburgh and Manchester and every time it's just as you describe.
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