From sardines to sang froid
As gusts swirl, the mastheads clamour for attention, like the percussion section in a school orchestra.
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Memories
The world is a narrow bridge
We quickly clambered on board, punched the holes in our tickets and waved goodbye, the salmon-pink sunset enveloping his family as they faded into the distance.
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The blessing of the stork
Driving here helps me to forget. I know the route well, with its curves and canyons.
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From Kraków to Malagá via Stepney Way
Sometimes, it’s easier to give up. Storm Ciara had blown in. It wasn’t keen for me to fly out. I wanted one thing above all else. I was desperate to return to Spain. Any route would work well enough.
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When the world sends symbols. Or you just start paying attention.
Strange things have been happening. Not so strange I feel like I need to call Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz and Egon Spengler (not forgetting Winston Zeddemore). But, still, strange enough to make me sit up.
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A few of my favourite things
We all deserve a bit of what we fancy. I am not Maria from the Sound of Music. But I appeal to you: always remember your favourite things. Indulge in them. Even if only just for a bit.
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My 2010s? I like getting older.
It was December 31st 2009. My friend tolerated watching Jules Holland on the TV (I had just experienced a difficult break-up). I felt quite the grinch.
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