Never doubt that when you listen to the voice of a person who has witnessed places of conflict, you will be hearing the echoes of battles reflected in that voice.That their view and picture of life as it was, has been defined by a time when small events would...
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So I returned early this morning to that same spot where my camera had sat precariously on my tripod in the creek. What I had shot on my last two visits neither conveyed what I saw in my mind or showed the feeling I got from the landscape. And, I again tread...
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That he even got to the jetty was a miracle. But he had been determined to get to it, a place with many happy memories.When he was young, he would fish here with his Grandfather. And in those many hours he would listen to stories, hear of long-ago adventures...
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It was a small suburban house, simple but adequate to the needs of when it was built. Its quite large yard could grow things. With space for flowers and trees with fruit. Chickens who could then inquisitively investigate each blade of grass and tiny flower...
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She felt there was a darkness that was around her. It was something she did not understand, but deep down realised it was there. Her parents had a sadness hovering around them, even though she could see they were trying to hide it, she could see it. And she...
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It had been a restless night. Now as light streamed through the blinds and on to her face, for a moment she forgot where she was and how unwell she felt.Aware now she was again in a hospital bed. Again, waiting for relief, waiting for some hope to visit her...
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He had walked with her. Talking of ideas,of hopes and of dreams. Hoping, thinking that just maybe there might be a chance of happiness. At times it consumed his every moment. Stealing time from his day and making it hard to think clearly about the tasks he...
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She stepped from the train and waved. He crossed the platform towards her. She stood, dropping her oversized tote bag. It's weight obviously too much. He hugs her, holding her longer than you would normally expect as she seemed to draw strength from him. Her...
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How many times does this dream reoccur.It seems like all things are stationary. Still and unmoving.Suspended!No direction is clearNo distant point to aim for. It is not there.Life is not moving, progressing, rewarding. Or satisfying. A purpose, a reason, a...
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I’m afraid!I’m scared!Scared of what is beyond.Afraid to venture out after so long.I have been safe here, safe from the world.And of that which I think will consume me.Here I am safe. Protected. Secure.But I know deep down I need to move out.Away from this...
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