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My brother, my son

I live in a glorious place. Last night moonbeams tickled my toes as I lay half asleep. It was so quiet I could hear the trees thinking – silhouettes with silver edges outside my bedroom window. 297 more words

Sue Akers

Sisters and the sea

There’s a special place on the horizon where the land meets the sky. The place of sun and moon rising and setting. This is the first time I have realised that my remote inland location and a beach have anything in common. 295 more words

Sue Akers

Lifting the lid

I have always loved writing.

As a small child I was encouraged to write poems at school. Dad took my hand-written efforts to his office and had them typed up for me. 156 more words

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Circle of souls

Trees are such a big part of my story, the things that stand out in my childhood memories.

In my mind’s eye I am walking under the canopy of a beech wood, fresh with the new greenness of spring leaves. 222 more words

Sue Akers