In this snippet of a story We sat on grass in sunlight and it warmed your face and skin just like mine The shadows fell in the same places, the corners of your eyes tired and more weathered but still so much like mine And we smiled together then for the thousandth time your memories…
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I’m more than a victim
A while ago I wrote that I would make an effort to post something positive at least once per week. I’ve not been doing brilliantly at it. Have you heard of that ‘positivity jar’ thing? People post about it often; writing one happy moment down every day and putting it in a jar so they…
Life: The first chapter
Suspended, I wait in the warmth. There were two before me, but I don’t know about them yet. I’m oblivious to all that chaos, that exhilarating danger that comes with being. I’m brand new, yet I already possess a world of hope and promise. A stark contrast from the devastating arrivals that came first, mine…
A happy trip to town
I felt intrepid on Friday, embarking on the journey to London with my train-phobic dog. As I expected, she was completely terrified of the trains and then the traffic and buses in town. Ironically, we saw a little brave mouse at the bus stop outside Waterloo, scuttling around our feet as bold as brass. It…
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