Tag: Life
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Number Thirteen
Number 13. The postman dreaded number thirteen. Not that he was really superstitious or anything, but there was a certain thing about number thirteen that he wasn’t particularly keen on. He had a letter to deliver, and the thing was in the garden. He posted the other letters in the road first, and then it…
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The Road to Meringue (Part Two)
Sometimes, days are just plain sailing. Up early(ish), breakfasted, dressed, and out and on with the rest of the day, and in what seems like a flash the day is coming to an end once again. Most days, it could be said, are generally like that. Some days, however, are so far removed from the…
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All in moderation
No, this isn’t a post about the billion or so spam comments I receive daily (mostly which are patiently waiting to be added to my guestbook, but are merely deleted in one foul swoop) (One foul swoop is actually one fell swoop, but I’m in such a mood when I have to delete so many…
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Lunch
As the raindrops patted the ground around, the blackbird stood and waited. It was looking for a nice, juicy worm for its lunch, and knew they couldn’t resist the temptation to come out of the ground in the rain. The blackbird caught site of a worm in the corner of its eye, and flew…
The Mansionic Perspective 