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In Other Words, invisible…

We ran an experiment to discover how we could be invisible. Some hid behind things, some under things and some left the room. The first place to look was in as many hiding places as possible. We thought it an … Continue reading

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In Other Words, handmade…

Handmade It was an old handmade postcard from World War One. The army insignia stitched onto the cardboard. Someone had painstakingly sewn it all those years ago. Still, in good condition, it contained a message never forgotten. Best wishes from … Continue reading

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In Other Words, secret treasure…

The kids went treasure hunting today. The paddock next door was once a dumping ground. They returned with a bucket full of bits of China, a plastic peg and what they called secret treasure. It was a damaged plaster of … Continue reading

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In Other Words, dancing…

She said come dance with me. Inviting me to dance filling me with expectation. Standing so near I caught my breath as I took in hers. She guided me with patience, her generosity overwhelming. Smiling she twirled me around then … Continue reading

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In Other Words, hurry…

Hurry The writing was on the wall, I was late, oh so very late. I needed to hurry to meet the deadline. I rushed here and there, getting in the way, irritating those around me. There was a light at … Continue reading

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In Other Words, sleep

There’s one last sleep that awaits me. I’m sure it will be more permanent than the ones I get now. My eyes are tired, the long nights take their toll when you are awake so long. I did sleep three … Continue reading

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In Other Words, harvest

Harvest It’s is true that you harvest what you sow. My Uncle Reg was a great backyard farmer with a veggie plot to be marvelled at. He could grow anything, knew his soil and knew where and when to plant. … Continue reading

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