Frances Macaulay Forde
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Sketching
I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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Never
What can you say when a dear friend passes away? That they were good and kind and loved my many? That they were respected and stood by their beliefs...
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Loose Lettuce Leaf Factory Tour
Brake squeal announced busload disembark - not locals but a chattering multi-cultural arc. Concentration torn from my romance book I grabbed my bag...
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POSTAGE
“ Will you get the mail please, Susan? Take Clement with you. And the gun.” I stood up, shoulders back. “I can drive myself. I’ve got my license now...
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African Memories
Old Madala, a picannin friend and I passed time in mouth-watering anticipation. Under the Mopana tree, which stood near their khia at the end of our...
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