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The Wonder of the Muse
It’s the cool rush of fire shooting down the limbs, filling up the head, the heart, the page. The spirit. The muse, some people call it. But what’s in a name? said the muse, to the writer who sat his desk once upon… Continue reading
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The Power of Words
The word peach makes me feel like summer. I love that. Maybe it’s the colour: dappled orangey, yellowy, red—to me, that colour sings. Just like summer. Summer sings. It could also be the many hundreds of peaches I’ve slurped down… Continue reading
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The Journey Begins
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Continue reading
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