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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reflections
The Bigger Picture.
I’ve strange impulses, sometimes. I’ll tell one of them to you, but promise me not to tell anyone. I find…
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Post-it.
Dear readers, Thank you for continuing to visit this space, and for all your lovely letters and words of encouragement….
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Steps.
There is something beautiful about climbing steps. It can be painful, and it only gets more painful towards the end….
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180 degrees.
I remember feeling very foolish when I used to make 180-degree sharp turnarounds, walking right back to the spot where…
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Clouds, white.
Every time I miss someone, I don’t quite know what to do. Some times, I write a letter in a…
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