Writing
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...why did this speak to you? This stone, or shell, or piece of glass - its shimmer, shape or hue? more»
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Sundays at granny's - full of healing hospitality... more»
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I see her now, inched to the edge of her bed: duvet down, pink flanellette sheets giving up the ghost of her warmth. more»
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The day began without me; dozing 'til the prayer bell summoned us from sleep. more»