Category: #Magic
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Remembering another New Year…
Big Ben has always been a very special symbol in my life. I grew up in London, and the deep resonant tones of the bell and the imposing majesty of the building are one of the most enduring memories of my time there.London has many such landmarks and I love them all, but that tall…
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Christmas is nearly here…
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Despite everything, I am looking forward to Christmas, the way a child does, I expect. I am feeling like a very stroppy child these days, one that is being denied so many things. But… I intend to forget all about the trials and tribulations, the struggle to write, or do anything constructive for that matter.…
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Finally, the Dawning…
I am still getting over my day at the hospital, and will be posting about it soon. It was gruelling and boring in equal measure, but the as yet faint after-effects are beginning to impress me. I still have all my fingers crossed, but hope is dawning like never before…
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A Frosty Sunday…
Our cold spell will be moving on soon, and not before time. I am beginning to feel like an Eskimo!
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The Midnight Bookshop: Your next favourite magical realism book #Fiction
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You don’t choose the book. The book chooses you… ‘A book I was sorry to finish.‘ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ‘A timeless story that emphasizes the healing and transformative power of books.’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ –Long ago, a bookshop was born – the beating heart of all those who find hope within the pages of a book. With the words…
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Silent Sunday…
Did somebody mention snow? Maybe not down here in Hampshire… Wishing everyone a glorious Sunday… 💖🍃🍂
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To the Memory of Us…
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I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don’t know why I do, because I rarely find what I’m looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita’s poems! I forget how long it has been since anything new has graced my desk, she is getting very frail these days, but…
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In a Vase on Monday… mostly
Today, while enjoying so many lovely things here on my WordPress, I was overjoyed with the beautiful flower displays from Eliza and Cathy, two of the posts taking part in IAVO today. I find it hard to get my bearings on a Monday, but the fading memories of some of my own wonderful flowers kept…
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I Wish… #Poetry
The river knows its way homeThe bee knows how to make honeyAs I walk towards the river, a bee stung my armInstantly, I wanted to give the bee his sting backI wanted to take back every angry word I had spokenand shoot them into spaceMost of all, I want to return the bee sting Unfortunately,…