It’s like waking from a dream. To have your travel eyes open. The picture is so large, the essence of self disperses into the differences around you. All things become tolerable. There is no ‘one right way’. Each culture, each movement, each moment becomes a series of events so pure, so interwoven that it becomes […]

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I always thought I’d done the right thing and I loved her, I always loved her. All these years together and I look at our son and as much as he’s me, he’s her. They’ve been long years at the start, they’re shorter now, but somehow sharper. It’s like the way we talk. When I […]

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I think I look great in yellow, by far the happiest of colours, I’ve never seen a sad looking person in yellow. url I might be getting a bit worn and tattered, but I think I still make the grade, I don’t feel inadequate in any situation, though I think the younger ones gleam a […]

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She woke humming a tune, it must have been blues for there were tears in her eyes and few things moved her to tears like the songs her mother used to sing without category. No. It wasn't quite soul, for how could she truthfully sing soul, when her own had escaped long ago. get your […]

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