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    Saturday, 11 November 2017

                    To that which moves, to that which moves,          Which penetrates the universal shine         And shimmy, Roundabout, where other isn’t Within, without, non-centric circle thing,       All light that which in most the li
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    Wednesday, 25 October 2017

    The slant of light gives all a clarity. Emerald silhouetted leaves quake against the lustered sky as folded   wings congregate in glimmered shelters, light and shadow tangled in the branches.   The path curves, and we, dimmer now, and chill, s
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    Sunday, 15 October 2017

    At Rise: Kay and Zed are sitting in the moonlight. Kay:      I love you madly.                 (Long pause) Zed:      Is there another way? Kay:      You don’t understand. Zed:      You. Kay:      What? Zed:      You. Kay:      What? Zed:   
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    Friday, 13 October 2017

    "Ah you still ask me for that unwritten letter always due, it seems, always unwritten, from year to year, by me to you, dear Lidian, -- I fear too more widely than you mean, -- always due & unwritten by me to every sister & brother of the hum
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    Sunday, 10 September 2017

    Twenty years ago today, I started a journey across country that I'm sure changed my life and helped me become, if not a serious writer, at least serious about writing. The journey continues, and I am grateful for both the mountains and the valleys.

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Monika Schott A rickety bridge
18 November 2017
Thanks, Di.
Diane Rampertshammer A rickety bridge
17 November 2017
Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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Rosy Cole Lamenting the Lost Art of Conversation
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Oh Ken, how rare that is! A gift. What a lovely sojourn in the byways and an unexpected exchange of ...

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