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In This Garden
In this garden they hid the truth. A lie behind the tulips, their dirty secrets buried beneath truer dirt than theirs. How they piled up the earth,...
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Parcel for you...Part 23
Spencer was standing at the window as the car pulled up outside. He rushed to the front and stood at the threshold, rubbing his hands and watching...
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Erazofuge
‘It was my uncle who invented it, Uncle Clive, he’s always been a very..unusual man, very clever. He designed the font that they use on tax forms...
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Parcel for you...Part 22
The air in the car was filled with the familiar scent of Annie, a stuffy mix of patchouli and clothing which had been put away slightly damp. Despite...
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Too Many Tabs Open
I’ve got too many tabs open in my head. Even at night I don’t close them just in case they disappear forever. A classmate I admired, the name of a...
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Thank you for your great
Posted on Sat, 13 Apr 2024
Thank you for your great comment, Di. Annie is one of those obliviously selfish people who look great on paper but in real life, leaves a trail of frayed nerves behind, especially the nervous system of their nearest and dearest. Spencer doesn't...
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Wow, that was like riding
Posted on Fri, 15 Mar 2024
Wow, that was like riding some rhyming river rapids, twists and turns, dunked then re-surfaced but fast flowing, dangerous in places. I agree with others, this should be performed because the little man who performs it inside my head doesn't do...
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Love this, Jenny. It's like a
Posted on Sat, 30 Mar 2024
Love this, Jenny. It's like a massage. The drums played along with the words and those images from the natural world. It just works really well.
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Thank you for the cherries
Posted on Thu, 28 Mar 2024
Thank you for the cherries and your comment, Insert. Ha ha, maybe I can introduce Uncle Clive to Spencer..
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This is very dark, lots of
Posted on Sun, 24 Mar 2024
This is very dark, lots of elements drawn together, colourful and restrained. It's got a lot of class.
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Really enjoyed. Boredom
Posted on Thu, 21 Mar 2024
Really enjoyed. Boredom broken by something she maybe shouldn't have been doing but the alternative was more stifling boredom and resentment. I love the way the spa showed her the way out and into something new. Life is too short after all.
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Creative flow accompanied by
Posted on Thu, 21 Mar 2024
Creative flow accompanied by drowsiness and your ideas fold away into layers of dream clouds. Bizarrely I sometimes have amazing songs playing in my dreams but I don't write music and have no way of recording them, I don't really know where they...
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Magical I agree and fitting
Posted on Wed, 20 Mar 2024
Magical I agree and fitting to its land of origin. I would love to visit, the gardens alone look wonderful. The idea of a Moon Maiden is more inspiring than the man on the moon or the idea of it being made of cheese.....
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Hi Paul. Some people are born
Posted on Wed, 20 Mar 2024
Hi Paul. Some people are born terrifying and they simply hone this gift as they grow up. Vanessa doesn't stand a chance especially now that the daughter is travelling and has the worldly upper hand. Thank you for reading.
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There is something divine and
Posted on Mon, 18 Mar 2024
There is something divine and otherworldly about Miss Russell that comes through in your words and somehow fits with the clean yellow daffodils of spring and perhaps death itself. I agree with Insert, this is on a higher plane.
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