Someone, somewhere, sometime. Someone can hear me Someone can see me Friends till the moon sets and sun rises while …
Thursday at eight. Journal entry by Holly Trundle
The firework colours against the ice white light whispered hope; challenged failure; rallied victory in the hearts of householders and …
Limbolandofliving. Musings by Yvonne Molony O Caoimh
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Rainy Days, Saturday May 23rd by Ingrid Littmann-Tai
I watch the heavy raindrops pound the grey cement road in front of our house. Another overcast day awaits us, …
Lockdown. A journal entry by Jacqui Hodge
Lockdown. Dark skies with soft whispering wind. A stroll about town to stretch my legs. An eerie silence, pavements stripped …