Tag: Letters for my Little Sister
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Fog Daze
The fog is so thick in the early mornings that the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t. It lingers. However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my…
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Fog Daze
The fog is so thick in the early mornings that the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t. It lingers. However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my…
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Misty
The old people (and my neighbours who are not old at all) say that for “For every fog in August, there will be a snowfall in the winter.” Though this saying does not rhyme so I am not sure I trust it. and “If a cold August follows a hot July, it foretells a winter hard…
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I had so much to say
But now that I sit down to write, I find nothing but air in my head. And very little of any value in my camera either. Isn’t that funny. I was so sure I took more shots but I must have been framing them in my mind as I was talking to all those little voices…
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Yesterday
Yesterday, Mama our old sheep, stood three times, for an hour each time, inside her sling. I am getting good at getting her in and up all by myself. She is standing bearing weight on her front legs now, and moves her back legs about. Though she is unusually calm and dreamy about the whole thing. And when…
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