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View of the estuary

The splash of colour has burst through

It’s red and pinks against the full green

A tree so full of life it dances in place

Reaching high into the sheer blue sky

It has taken a deep long breath of the

Salty sea breeze that sweeps around here

Today the blue is flat and bright with sunshine

Two boats in once place as the ripples breaks reflections.

 

(c) IRWMRH

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A threatening outlook

Those clouds are dancing
Winding their way around us
They do not seem to care if we are covered
Or laid bare to sun and wind alike
They reflect only the white of the marked lines
The grey of our chilled skin can be found
In the distant threatened storm
A call, or shout gets lost amongst the whirling winds
If we all jump as the gust comes through
We might fly and dive and swoop
Instead, we fight,…

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I think perhaps that these last two weeks have drained me of a little of my soul, and I’ve tried to be strong, and power through but sometimes you have to acknowledge that you can’t fight all the time… Saying goodbye to Grandad on the 30th will hurt, but he’s safe and at peace now…

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Do you ever make an alcoholic drink at home and think, this is what it must be like to be a grown up? Then giggle because you clearly are not and you think maybe you’ve tricked someone…

Whiskey Ginger in a fancy glass!!

Do you ever make an alcoholic drink at home and think, this is what it must be like to be a grown up? Then giggle because you clearly are not and you think maybe you’ve tricked someone…

Whiskey Ginger in a fancy glass!!

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To make 50 years since Plath died, (10 years since I fell for her as my writing soul) and to continue my own journey, I got a new tattoo today… The tree was there before.. The 17 birds (the day I got married) and the text are new…

Out of the ash.
I rise with my red hair.

To make 50 years since Plath died, (10 years since I fell for her as my writing soul) and to continue my own journey, I got a new tattoo today… The tree was there before.. The 17 birds (the day I got married) and the text are new…

Out of the ash.
I rise with my red hair.

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Watching the most recent Glee episode I’ve learnt the following things…

A) my secret not really a crush on Demi is actually a real one (and she’s 21 so it’s ok)
B) I missed fun/sexy Santana
C) Rachel/lea is still hot
D) I don’t really care for the school stuff anymore
E) the NY gang on the floor in the apart was super sweet….
F)… And THAT look from Dantana was so hot!
G) I may be British but I’m not a fan of the Beatles


There ends my discoveries!

Ip xx

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