We’ve done all sorts of things to it. Used it, saved it, ruminated on it, even tried to conquer it,…
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Kitesong
Waiting Room.
Being a Big Sister to the little children at Sunday School has been one of the most phenomenal experiences. Though…
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Final Destination.
Hot, tight and smoggy, one easily feels like a green bean being rattled silly within a hard metal shaker, fried…
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Yellow Roses.
Hi Wai Jia, Thanks (for sharing your blogpost with me) … yes yellow tulips, yellow roses are her favourite. Thinking…
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Wheatfields.
My backbone has been too straight. Worse, it’s been arched so far back with my chin held so high at…
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Trophy.
Shiny, polished and prized above all things, it stood at her window-sill like a proud trophy, gleaming in the sunlight….
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