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Chough-chuffed

Eight choughs standing on the fence in a row – red in beak and red in toe, zoom the camera those three to better see – they’ve turned this way – to...

Who has believed our report … (Isaiah 53:1)

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How unbelievably foretold 700 years before – born quietly to humble home to bear such suffering sore. And...

Spring Yellows

Even when the day is dark primroses clump on the bank, softly smile, and deep in the wood by the muddy stream marsh marigolds glow a deep butter...

No Mamihlapinatapai

… We cannot catch, and lock a look of empathy …

Alive now!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Jesus died upon a cross so he could be friends with us, and forgive unrighteousness, help us live like him...

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