Streetlights and Pathways A Photo Documentary by Jack W Gregory Putting a Face and a Voice to the unseen, the Unheard
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His song writing and vocal talents have a unique flavour of their own but with a lightness of touch sounding like a Norwich Richard Ashcroft. Fiona Joyce, Fair Weather Festival.
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Photo and Wording by Jack W Gregory, Copyright belongs to c Jack W Gregory, 2015 The Hidden It would be so easy to talk about me, about my complicated life and my everyday struggles. It would be so easy to let my inner narcissist out and run amok and tell you about him, him, him.PARSED CONTENT
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Pink Behind The Thin Blue Line. Of our lives is how you can weigh out the. Where would our nation be.
Random thoughts generated while driving around on random roads. Tuesday, April 14, 2015. A few weeks ago, I was invited to the birthday party of a distant brother-in-law. His is an old aristocratic family and most of the guests would be from the erstwhile aristocracy too, so I stuck on a tie and wore black shoes. It was a cheerful party, with conversation and the juice of the barley flowing along easily without ever threatening to overflow the banks of propriety.
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