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On Water xiii
a pause to reflect it was here that fate pushed me I’d to cross a bridge ~ n.b. Time and tide and all that. Choices, decisions, life goes on. ~ CLP 23/04/2021 Read more
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Around Midnight
timing was never more important than opportunity when hungry we ate out, or would grab something maybe just an amuse-bouche at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps irrespective of weather because hungry is no respecter of climate we always ate together we rarely went without without in sun, the rain, the snow until naturally Read more
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On Water xii
dirty old canal lone Wellington boot floats questions unanswered ~ CLP 21/04/2021 Read more
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At the platform there stood the London train
…the London train that was packed with people people with different places to go places thronged with colleagues and / or friends friends some new, some known for years years that have fallen like blossom blossom scented with childhood memories memories diffused by time and tide tide that swept clear a foreign shore a foreign Read more
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On Water xi
from all various hues and shades of playful light blue is my colour ~ n.m. Although there is one particular pair of green eyes I dearly love. CLP 20/04/2021 Read more
Journey of Words 