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Tag Archives: life
One morning last week.
One morning, last week, around ten-thirty, walking home after having done some shopping, I turned off the road and went through the big gate into the local park. I set out along the path that leads to the beautiful lawns, … Continue reading
The Other Pathway
Some years ago I lived in a little house in a remote part of West Sussex. It was a lovely area. From my front window I could see the beautiful slopes of the South Downs. Having written, as I usually … Continue reading
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