Tag: Writing
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Foreigners
He sat, alone, at the bar. She walked in, with a couple of friends, oblivious. He watched as she tripped over the carpet. She smiled at her friends and carried on regardless. He admired her pose. She carefully glanced around the room. He looked at the clock, ready to go home. She sat beside him,…
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Earthlog:07012016
It has been five days since my last update. The weather, still wet, has turned drier. And colder. Not as cold as usual winters go, but a bit on the chilly side. Well, chillier. Apparently, it has been the warmest and wettest December since records began. Apparently, we seem to have broken the most records…
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The last Friday before Christmas
Between you and me, I’m having a little trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit this year, for some reason… I don’t know why. I’m loving all the Christmas themes going around, and the lights that are everywhere… maybe a little too everywhere, but ignore me – they still look nice. Maybe it’s the weather… it’s…
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Chiselled
Through block of clay or lump of rockMarble slab or granite stoneThe chiseller’s hard at workPainstakingly knockingChippingTapping and smoothingDeveloping a head, a body, a humanoidStark eyesCold skinLifeless, yet full of lifeTimeless, yet full of time alsoBut createdFrom the EarthBy a being of the EarthFor the Earth Forever