Sunday, February 25, 2018. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Sunday, January 12, 2014. Branches brush against the sky. I know what I think. I write to hear what you think.

Monday, 10 September 2012. The wind was sweeping through my hair, that day. It swept through my hair, my mane. It swept up the cliff face, over the sea, driving the great thing to madness. It tumbled over the goose; it threw the gulls higher and higher into the sky whilst the ravens clung to their trees and laughed at their hapless cousins. My next love; my next victim. But yet, she did come, her hair a flame around her.

Creations of the mind? The mind can make. Substances, and people planets of its own. With beings brighter than have been, and give. A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. Sunday, 16 July 2017. Home Is Where The Heart Is.

My kids gave me Robbie for Christmas. And I have already fallen in love with him. I cleared a corner in the living room and fixed it up, just for him. The minute I put him down in that corner he began to explore. By the time he made his way back down the hallway, he was beginning to run out of energy. After a couple of diagonal passes across the living room he made his way back to his private corner. Robbie, of course, is my new robotic vacuum cleaner.

Having fun, getting fit, loving life. How early, you ask? And there is a beeping that has me mad. Friday night we attended a musical put on by a local playgroup. Who had passed away while eating a soup poisoned unknowingly by one of the nuns who was also the not-so-great cook. I mean this one girl just will not listen.

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