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I am Cecilia. A New Zealander who farms in Illinois.

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  • Pure Pictures. Pure Beach. Pure Joy.

    Pure Pictures. Pure Beach. Pure Joy.

    Kids. The Beach. The Birds. New Zealand. Travel. Absolutely no words needed. Right on the edge of the world. Join me HERE for the sound vid – sounds of the beach on TKG Take Ten. Glorious. Celi

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  • Less Time means Less Posts?

    Less Time means Less Posts?

    Kind of. Sometimes yes. But I feel lost on the days we do not have our repartee. After all these years. You and your company are part of my day. Your comments. Your likes. They seem a little thing to you but they aren’t. To me they aren’t. You are big. Instagram becomes intermittent. Utube…

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  • Sand and Sheep

    Sand and Sheep

    I have reached the sea. The long gorgeous Kapiti Coast. There is a swell and the coast is wild. Murky. Windy. Whipping waves. Divine. The wind is down as I write. Early morning. So I will get out there before everyone wakes up. Though I am sure I will have a few little people (…

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  • Off Out to the Beach TODAY

    When I travel I jog from one son or brother or sister to another and then one friend to another dragging my little cabin bag behind me like an obedient dog. I am in the process of re-packing my little cabin bag up again. Finding anything that has drifted out of place. Rolling and stowing…

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  • Decay Time: The Reverberation of Words

    The time it takes for a sound to hang in suspense like that is called decay time. Or. Reverberation time. It’s half life will depend on the acoustics of course. Some sounds will last longer than others. If the sound or the word is pronounced in a room with perfect acoustics and the listener is…

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  • The First Real New Zealand Day

    The First Real New Zealand Day

    I found myself floundering a little these first few days in New Zealand. We had a death on the farm. Which knocked me sideways. But yesterday finally I walked and found my feet and began to smell the air and hear the Tuis. Where I grew up – on a beach in New Zealand –…

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