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Hannah

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Excepting the ‘Jungle Book’ and ‘Just So Stories’, I have never been much of a reader of Kipling. Three things occurred that lead me write a little on one of our most beloved poets, the first two reasons being much more of a knee jerk reaction than the third,…

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  The question of where I am going to sleep for the night has never been a threat worthy of my consideration, and that there should be food on the table has never been anything less than assured, except in instances of laziness on my own part. So why do so…

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I love this poem by Elizabeth Craven. I read “I thank thee, God, that I have lived” at my grandfather’s funeral.

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True life lessons of the worthwhile variety cannot be obtained from the grime gilt paperboard of a packet of cigarettes; be they of the worldly, insipid with a weeks’ worth of rainfall variety or otherwise. This much I appreciate, and for this reason I find the dire warnings they display utterly perplexing….

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  I’m not often incensed enough by the news to put my thoughts down on paper, but a number of responses to the attacks in Paris are worrisome enough for me to try. Writing enables me to crystalise my views on a given subject, but I remain painfully aware of…

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Oct 30, 2015
Around Finisterre

With no solid leaving date in mind, the days I spent languishing in Finisterre were something of a disconnect from the main body of the rest of the trip. It wasn’t quite a holiday. Despite the fact that I was trying to recover from the exertion of the walk, my body found it…

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    With no solid leaving date in mind, the days I spent languishing in Finisterre were something of a disconnect from the main body of the rest of the trip. It wasn’t quite a holiday. Despite the fact that I was trying to recover from the exertion of the walk, my body…

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