Category: The World
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Summer Storms
The air’s thicker… hotter… stickierThe sunlight is just getting through…Surreal darkness fills the afternoonAs the weather chooses what to do.The wind is slight and welcomeAlthough the breeze is hardly thereThe trees are braced, the birds hidden,They know what’s in the air.A distant rumble… A flash of lightAnd the sky is hiddenAs though it’s night.Thunder booms…
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Almost Blue
The evening air starts to cool down after quite a warm day. Not the warmest, but quite warm just the same.The trees are still, indicating only the slightest of breezes.The occasional shrill chirp can be heard from a hastily flying bird, dashing home to its nest to get settled for the night ahead.Children return home,…
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A Little Misinterpretation
There’s something in the air. There has to be. I mean to say, there’s no other explanation for it. None. Whatsoever. What, with the recent goings on in Essex and all. I’ve just seen a polar bear strolling around the back of the dry cleaners. I had to call in to drop some laundry off,…
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Before England’s Green and Pleasant Land
Back in the day when England was connected to the rest of Europe by land, Southern England was a desert. This was during the Ice Age, and mankind was just taking his / her / its first steps, competing with woolly mammoths, woolly hippos, woolly rhinoceroses, and woolly sabre-toothed tigers for food and places to…
The Mansionic Perspective 