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My stories

Letter to my Captain Oates

Oh dear, what was the point? You were gone sometime. You didn't come back to me. You left me, saddened. Pity. It's frosty, here, today without you,...

Letter to Socrates

I wondered in the wilderness, lovely as a cloud. Independent, largely, self-sufficient, yeah! Untouchable and free, enough. Deaf, dumb and blind I...

Meditation - Meet me 'round the bend

Is it possible to think too much? Depends what you're thinking. It's certainly possible to think too little. And that's dangerous! When society is...

In praise of milk, breast milk

Love is, a luxury. First we need, milk. We are given, milk. We suck on the kind teat, grateful. Comforted. Yeah baby. Some of us are lucky to get it...

Letter to Marcus Aurelius, Emperor

Dear Emperor Aurelius, I am writing to you, humbly, to enquire, if our minds are born free, at least, partially, and power did not corrupt yours, is...

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