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The weather forecaster describes it as unsettled. This morning heavy rain woke me at 5.30 a.m. pounding against the roof and windows. And then by the time I got up to make tea the sun was shining. 179 more words

Small Stones

Small Stones - Book

The cracked spine of the book

digs through my palm

The rustle of the pages

brittle with age

The musty odour wafting up

Yellowing pages and faded words… 87 more words

Poetry

#167

Hot tea with sugar

another reminder

of my loneliness 7 more words

Journal Entry

Falling Stars

star after star
how beautiful
are the fallen ones

Poetry