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Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come. Jane Kenyon Copyright Kerry O'Connor Nexus Cards @nex...
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I wouldn’t call it employment – rather a mad ploy to avoid retrenchment (I’ve been to the trenches…) The electro-harp wasn’t my first ch...
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I embrace the silence of time which flows between us like a deep green river divides a continent, unwittingly. With the integrity of wat...