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The Jasmine Tree

Grandma lived in a skanky little room overlooking a garden. There was a jasmine tree in the courtyard whose branches made its way through the window sill, filling the room with an effervescent fragrance. 1,690 more words

Storylets

Becoming the vine

I am the vine; you are the branches…I am the vine; you are the branches….I am the vine; you are the branches (John 15:5).

I wasn’t planning to meditate or focus on any symbolism when I was getting my treatment today.  677 more words

Cancer

Belated Surfing Sun

Eep! Forgot to post (till now). One of these days soon I’ll write a small sneak peak into what it’s like in America’s Cup Design Team life. 120 more words

Robyn

Otters Spanish-Edition

Week of adventure! Here’s some pictures, words & stories on their way.

Robyn

Wonder of a Whir

FINALLY. Boy, it really is the little things in life. I FIGURED OUT MY WASHING MACHINE! Tho it sounds exactly like a jet engine warming up for takeoff in my kitchen at the moment, it’s working. 255 more words

Robyn

Cocaine Blues by Kerry Greenwood

Miss Phryne Fisher arrives in Melbourne in 1928 to investigate the mysterious illness of a local bride.  Phryne is rich, titled and beautiful – but more importantly smart, vivacious and completely fearless. 200 more words

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