I rise with the sun this morning.Our cat is waiting at the back door. I pull on my wellington boots,unlock the door and let her out. I follow her across dew-soaked grass,grown long, studded with forget-me-nots, down to the back gate. She slipsthough its slats while I stand and admire boats bobbing ungainly on wind-kissed […]
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On the Slipway
A breeze slipped in from the ocean, placed foreign kisses on the boat’s prow and on a young man’s brow, promising so much as it skipped from wave to wave. It offered the horizon from the safety of the slipway. A voyage for another day. Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2002 My response to dVerse […]
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