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Turner’s pass

Lifted further toward shore. Each wave bigger than the last. Grains of sand awash our feet. The pebbles dance and our heels throb in the evening sun. Night...

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All is better than nothing

It’s Friday. Winding down at work. Sneaking a little slice toward the end of my day to post this. It’s ok though, I skipped lunch. Guilt averted. Sitting...

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A lack of courtesy

Babbling curds of lush upon unscathed stone. A river washes away all that once was. For tomorrow brings judging looks from the defiled and spent. The grace given...

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The grassy knoll

I ran with abandon down the grassy knoll till I fell and rolled into a mess. I laughed heartily and I realised that everyone was watching with churlish...

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Once again we question our existence

When we reach our potential, will we know? Or is our potential limitless. Should we even benchmark ourselves as a way of evaluating success? What is the definition...

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The morning in itself

Ireland in February usually means rain and wind. Maybe a bit of sleet or hail. The sun hides from Ireland generally around this time of year. We put...

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Submission

A light is only light when darkness gives up the ghost. When morning beckons and the skin pricks though the incandescent air that gently reminds us to stay...

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A blog too far

Persevering with this blogging thing. Purely cathartic at the start. Now want it to go somewhere more. I’m not one to give up and I’m not about to...

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In spite of all the spite

Don’t want to sound like a right on do-gooder type. But, there is a lot to be said in spreading a bit of humanity to anyone out there....

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The density of it all

Ok, I hate to admit it. I am in my mid forties. Hence, I am middle aged. Even writing the words gives me the chills. But hey that...

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