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  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • I am I

    The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest. I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so. I need not shift to suit… Continue reading

  • Dream

    Always remember your softness. Always remember to wrap your gifts and hand them to the world, carefully. For, my dear, my darling you. Only you can paint the world the colour of your dreams. Go on, sweet bloggy friends. Catch… Continue reading

  • Neat and Tidy

    She came in a neat and tidy box. Most of them did. Until they opened the box and life began. Continue reading

  • Flow

    I will simply begin. And flow until the river ends. Continue reading

  • Live

    It’s the morning. I’m sitting up in bed, leaning against the material laden backboard of the bed I bought when my life tore into two separate pieces. It makes me feel more comfortable than the old wooden one. I feel… Continue reading