Tag: Freedom
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Recycled Cupid
Continuing with my Valentine’s Week theme, I rejigged my header again. Long time visitors may recognise Cupid or Eros or whatever he wants to be called nowadays from my header around Valentine’s last year. Time, or rather the lack of it, prevented me from creating a new and different image to use, so I’ve decided…
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February – Already?
If you’ve suddenly noticed that things seem to be a little bit on the blue side around here, please do not adjust your sets! The Ambience Engineers are in, and are pulling out all the stops to try and make this blog as relaxing and restful an experience as possible. No, that doesn’t mean that…
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The Writer’s Desk
I write At night in dull light And as I kneel I feel Surreal At a desk without a chair With papers, pens and boxes everywhere Typing, tapping, amid the clutter Recording any word I utter Hoping they flow and work well together I hope I cope within the scope Of imaginary faces in distant…
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Showtime!
The gathered crowd cheered as I performed trick after trick for their entertainment. The hall was full – possibly four hundred people standing, waiting, for the announcement. When the hall manager came out onto the stage and advised that the announcement had been postponed, and quite possibly cancelled, the crowd started to jeer. Too many…
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Dear Diary…
10th August 1911. Dear Diary, I’m so excited for the next year. My brother is getting married to Geraldine, and I’m going to be a bridesmaid. They won’t wed until June 15th, which is ages away, but still. A wedding. In my family. We’ve not had one for years. 2nd September 1911. Dear Diary, Geraldine…
Tom
The Mansionic Perspective 