Friendship
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I Believe
There will be world peace when we humans remove the words ‘I believe’ from our vocabulary, I believe. Continue reading
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A Bloggy Snooze
Hi guys, ❤️ I thought I might take a little time away from our lovely bloggy land. I’ll miss you a fair bit, so I might be back in a couple of days, or three or four. Or a week.… Continue reading
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Life Be Cradled
Let the soft and delicate know me. Let my life be cradled by the warm arms of peace. Continue reading
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Proof of Glum
I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now. That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little… Continue reading
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This Sack Of Potatoes
It’s a beautiful memory. Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again. ‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps… Continue reading
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Beneath It All
Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading
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In The Arms Of A Dream
If I sit with you. On the patio, by the sunflowers. If I find you with my soft and steady gaze. If I give you my heart, if I whisper your name will you hold me? In the arms of… Continue reading
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Lake Humanity
People say there are certain truths that whistle louder through the weeping willows of lake humanity. Love bounces and drifts over the still waters, sweet and true. Hate gathers in clumps of stone and ice and shatters the peaceful flow,… Continue reading
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This Quiet Place
I’m feeling a little tender, today. It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that… Continue reading
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