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(Someone’s misfortune)

look at how the vast sky is rose tinted this morning as noisy seagulls wing their greedy way to land on old cobbled stones on a harbour’..

(A recent dream while suffering from COVID)

there they are captured in sepia shades outside a closed front door a young mother evicted from a damp terraced slum a toddler in her arms a..

the sunlight in my garden blinked and switched off cold what happened to those leaves of birch that flaunted all that gold cast they are in sh..

an august birthday finds auntie out of this world within a communal lounge in the company of other wanderers and sleepers comfy with cushio..

o solo mio musical notes drift through mists that play at peek a boo on the English riviera as sail boats with their tall proud masts s..

be careful where you place your trust like dust it falls on solemn ground you think you’ve nurtured friends and then you find that the..

at times I hear her calling where the foam of tides is lapping where the seagulls hover daily where my thoughts go gently sailing to that blac..

Political , but you travel wherever you want to go