A Rainbow-Coloured Sky
Bizarre fools and a mumbled sigh, like weaving between the pews on Sunday morning, while the sermon drones, or back in the daylight, the mist high up in the mountains when the day is nearly over. It floods here and lunchtime fails its purpose.
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Literature on the move I have a Palm. I was always a bit sceptical about ebooks on the Palm but I am a convert. I am already half way...
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Another weekend, another trip to the beach, another dead seagull. Oh ... and a starfish. Actually several which my daughter decided needed t...
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