Writing
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Focussed was I, on the pain of fiery rage I lost sight of fire's beauty... more»
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The heavy cries of the swooping seagulls fell silent and a chill crept into the air as the Moon came between us and the Sun. The deep shadow, which formed first in the North Atlantic, swept up into the Arctic and at the North Pole became no more. As the recent solar eclipse reached totality and the irridescent crown of the corona surrounded the sun, words from Pádraig Ó Tuama's poem, In-between the sun and moon came to mind... more»
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Darkened sky, torrential rain, roiling thunder exploding overhead, road corner flooding within minutes... more»
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I saw it on the Salisbury Centre stall. It was the shape that drew me - simple and symmetrical. Carefully I picked it up and turned it round to savour its perfection. more»
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Letting go, hands open, a gentle push and a wicker basket carrying treasured cargo floats down the Nile. more»