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Parkinson’s law

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The beach

Summer sun beat down As their squeals rang out Sand in the sandwiches And ants in their pants They frolicked the way Only children can Sand building castles Majestic and temporary Splashing with their compatriots As they stormed the shores With life jackets and inflatable boats Water too cold to swim long They dashed in…
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Creation
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Visitor in the night
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Thursday dreaming

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Summertime, past and present

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What’s in a name

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Frīġedæġ

Friday. I’ve started writing a story about a girl named Freyja, which feels perfectly appropriate for today. I love history. I love learning about other people’s history. It’s as though I can feel what someone else a world and a century away was feeling as they went about their normal lives. Friday is named after…
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Thursday’s thoughts

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Midweek musing
