With trees in it
A discussion on Binary perceptions of difference in historical texts and personal history
I am writing this in May 2020. On Friday, the air was so clear that you could see for miles. It was a day with high winds. I was out on a 17 k walk across farms and open country, and I watched in awe as an oak tree of around 70 years old, dancedContinue reading “Why are we killing ourselves? Money?”
There is nothing fast about writing.
Heaven sent scent Sent to remind me All is not lost A rose can transport me To the rose gardens at Hampton Court Or to a park When all of this was something that happened to other people in another time, and changed our language here in Britain for ever, A field of yellow, becauseContinue reading “Discover Prompts – Day 15 Heaven Sent”