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. . . Out in the sticks,where silence stretchesl o n g e r than shadows,she dribbles… inaudibly.Her words are a merewhisper on the windsan indi..
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We part, each on our own path ...no longer united.Shards of a once unified day, scatter.In the long shadows of the old towers,Babel’s e..
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A mosaic moves, fluid and ever-changingone-celled creatures congregate on a Petri disha dance of life unseen, yet profoundly felt.I observe, familiari..
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There are daysthat songs are stifledon a weary and hoarse throat.Notes no longer glide softly -raking leaves strewn acrossa barely littered lawn;their..
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silence after rain,moors unveil rebirth softly,tears of renewal.flickering firelight,dreams dance in ashes aglow,bushfire lessons burn.veined stone in..
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This doesn’t & shouldn’t reflect every Christmas story & it is insane how many aspire to it even if we all do Christmas differently, which..
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Exploring what the Yule table could've looked like before Christmas traditions came into vogue.
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Galaxies argue, expansion quickens,Hubble’s tension persists ...distances debated.Black holes dance sidewaysgravity’s pull defie..
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internal countdown beginslike ants to freshly landedsugar crystallike sunflower to rising sunpeeping from coverlike expectant pyjama'd tykeon Christma..
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That proverbial “third wheel” syndromea companion in solitudehaunts the poet’s heart- a feeling that clings like shadows &hel..
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