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| | | | | Picture credit: Britta Benson We're not really experiencing a Golden October here just now. This autumn: mild and moist and mossy. Not that I need an excuse to write about moss! It's one of my most/moss favourite subjects or themes. Moss never complains about me staring, gawking (with my jaw dropped) and it's the most... | |
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| | | | | Silver Birch was a spirit guide who spoke through Maurice Barbanell | |
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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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| | | (written March 2024) My words are not commodities for sale or rent, though I have often misspent them. As I write, I hope someone may collect them like pennies in a jar. To extract one or two when their days are hard. My words will never hold meaning to those who choose not to see... | ||