Ooof, to the muddlethat is Januaryin particular, late Januaryto a world gone mad, and thanks in partto our modern convenience of“connection”bewildering to find, that people you knowhave indeedgonewithit oblivious to the horrific-ness of what has beenwitnessedinstead choosingdelusionwhere I suppose, if…
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Small pockets of bubbling Joyin the last few days,busy at work, in the morningas the sun is rising higher in the skysomething draws my eyes, and myattentionup to a wall of the greenhouse where perhapsI don’t oftengazeand this day I…
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Early days of January, where weather isbest describedasbleakhard to remember when last one sawthe sunor the stars evengrey, grey skies, most often issuingrain drops instead ofsnow(as January ought to) this morning I sit down to coffeeand in reverent sort of…
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