Friday Favourites: Here and There
Outside my window the faintest streaks of orange and pink are quickly fading into darkness. And it's only 9 pm. By the end of August o...
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The stars are always above us, swirling in the vast reaches of space, hidden by clouds or, more frequently, by light, that of the sun or o...
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February has never been a favourite month. Growing up in more northerly climes, it seemed that winter had made herself too comfortable and...
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Fireworks pop outside as I write. The knocks at the door have stopped. Only a few mini chocolate bars remain in the bowl. Halloween is ove...