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Found in song
Walking in silence through the nest of headphone cables, dodging pigeons and detritus as she picks her way through the tangle of closed minds. She lets her ear guide her on days like today, days where she doesn’t need a place to hide away. She walks past shops whilst buses and taxis produce their every…
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Walking Home
The bell finally rings and as one we rise, chairs scrabble across worn tiles as the dull intonation from the teacher behind her desk – take your time and remember to do your homework – bounces and echoes round the room with no ear willing to catch it. We all want out. The first of…
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An august month
I can’t quite believe it’s September but it is, so it’s time to take stock of how my two ‘challenges’ went in August. I’ll start with the least successful. 21 days into Minimalism Suffice to say if I’d read ahead I probably wouldn’t have chosen this particular challenge. Day 4 asks you to pack up…
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The White Stick
I can still remember the white stick. That’s what we called it, “get the white stick” we’d say. It must have been an old chair or table leg, the dull chipped white paint from years gone past, reconstituted into a rounders bat, or corner post, or whatever other need we had for a foot or…
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IKEA life
The first few nights were the hardest. I guess it was fear of the unknown and being in such an alien, yet oddly familiar, environment. I soon learned the schedules the building ran too, when the generators would kick in, the ticking of the heating system as the pipes warmed in the morning, the slow…
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Make your own
Originally written and posted on Uborka. ‘Ssshhhhhhh, you’ll wake mum and Dad’ My sister was born when I was 7 and a half years old – back then that half was very important – so as her big brother it was my duty to induct her in the ways of Christmas. By then I…