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Catching the no.9

“I can’t follow you there.” He said to the gravestone, flicking off a lump of bird’s muck that had crusted over in the heat. “You always ask me the same thing when I come here.” He added, regretting now that he’d come. 788 more words


testimony of the rocks

Hugh Miller was born 1st January 1802, a new year that brought a new and influential life to the community of Cromarty, a small seaport on the Cromarty Firth. 265 more words


This ain't no way to live.....

As I get older, my past seems to be creeping up on me more & more. We all think when we’re young that we’ll live forever and hence do stupid shit. 244 more words



Even though, we’ve planted more than 10 winter and hairy melon plants in our garden, our intention are to get fruits and at the same time can also provide food to our insect friends, like bees, butterflies, ants and others. 365 more words



On my way to and from work I pass a small graveyard.  Typically I see landscapers, or people walking their dogs, (which is a little odd to me).   244 more words