June 7, 2014 by a starbrook, a writer. It was under a blood moon. The wind had picked up along the shore, and whistled through the village. I was upstairs, looking down on the cobbles with my spying glass. Then I saw that man the one with a long white beard. His coat trailed upon the ground as he slumped along, dragging a sack behind him. And the sack seemed alive.

Stained Glass of York Minster. Here are photos of the incredible, restored panels I saw on display. Front Door Panel Featuring a Heart. Finished panel, ready to be fitted into door.

8230;in all her carnal glory. The haze that melds the two. The waiting would be interminable,. But for the fact that you. When I asked you, if. This unwanted medical spanner that. Got thrown into the works that is. The right time is more important than any old time. I love you for saying that.

I was in one of those hopelessly pathetic post-breakup states where you are incapable of focusing on anything other than just how impossibly alone you are.

The Fall with a rainbow. The Winter on a below zero night.

Life, love and being a grown up. Chicken Laksa from Nigel Slater. Sunday night sort of Chicken Supreme. When one is never enough. So, here I am. 30, with a man and our adopted cat. In a flat in West Yorkshire, working out this life I was given and enjoying the adventures along the way. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

Totally judging books by their cover. Hey, you wrote that book, you slapped on a shitty book cover and expect me to think your book could wow me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course I judge you by your book cover. Of taste when you allowed such a laughable image to represent your written work.

The most beautiful blue he had ever seen, he told her once when he was drunk. She was separated but sleeping with her husband. She wanted her marriage back but not really. How are you doing? I thought about you.

French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre said,. Authenticity is a loaded word with a lot of baggage in the life of an expat or immigrant.