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Archive Winter | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Ah, Love, Let Us Be True. Winter settles in, a quieting of the scene. Days stretch on without disturbance, only the weather to contend with, people miserable and occupied as they bustle from place to place: “It might as well be evening when you wake, dark as it is! Couldn’t let up for a day, could it now? Miserable out there, truly shite! 8221; Shaking the rain from our jackets, burying our heads against the wind, we move along our way. But with the bitter cold there is...

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Archive Springtime | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Explorations by the Sea. Pink, yellow, green, blue: The soft pink of apple blossoms that settle beneath rusty red clusters of leaves in the scraggly branches of our tree; the vibrant yellow gorse flowers in full bloom on the stiff, rugged bushes beneath; the clear blue of the daylight sky beneath the cold, bright sun; the green lawn overgrown, scattered with swamp-like miniature cattails and patches of daisies. A glimpse of North Queensferry, Scotland. Two chapters of t...

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Europe 2013 | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. After being home for a year, working three jobs and spending time with family and friends, I’m off again. Flight purchase in pocket, completely over-prepared, counting the days. See the archives for travel writings and photos as I made my way through Iceland, Scotland, western Germany, France, and Spain, before taking the boat from Wales to Ireland, in whose winding roads and scenic hills I’ve been lucky to spend some days. People who Do and Say Neat Things.

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Explorations by the Sea | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Explorations by the Sea. Pink, yellow, green, blue: The soft pink of apple blossoms that settle beneath rusty red clusters of leaves in the scraggly branches of our tree; the vibrant yellow gorse flowers in full bloom on the stiff, rugged bushes beneath; the clear blue of the daylight sky beneath the cold, bright sun; the green lawn overgrown, scattered with swamp-like miniature cattails and patches of daisies. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site.

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Archive Thoughts | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Ah, Love, Let Us Be True. Winter settles in, a quieting of the scene. Days stretch on without disturbance, only the weather to contend with, people miserable and occupied as they bustle from place to place: “It might as well be evening when you wake, dark as it is! Couldn’t let up for a day, could it now? Miserable out there, truly shite! 8221; Shaking the rain from our jackets, burying our heads against the wind, we move along our way. Here’s Two Bits, Go and Eat.

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Valentine’s Day | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Tables of two are set in rows down the narrow restaurant, the white tablecloths elegant against the black and white checkered floor. Candlelight catches in the swell of the wine glasses and dances in shadows against the red and orange bricks. On the door, three hearts cut out of red construction paper are taped to the glass; the Valentine’s Weekend Menu is set on display in the entry. The first few couples come in, with the tangible pretense of a Valentine’s date:...

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Ireland 2015 | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Aye, the misty isle of Éire, to be sure, to be sure. Here you’ll find writings and reflections of a quiet life beside the sea. The law of the land is poetry and music, anything for a good laugh or the succinct expression of the heart. A few lines from Jimmy MacCarthy:. If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails. And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails. And you thirst and you hunger for justice and right. That somehow this dark night.

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Archive Reflections | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Here’s Two Bits, Go and Eat. I rarely use this blog to address specific topics or issues. In fact, this is hereto unheard of. However, as so many crucial events are currently unfolding within in our society, I’d like to join the conversation and contribute my voice. Explorations by the Sea. Ready we are, with a sure and steady foot, stepping quickly into the changing tides: mind and body to accompany the soul, hand in hand, forward we go. The End of the Line. Things hap...

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Archive Poetry | For ever and for ever when I move

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For ever and for ever when I move. Ah, Love, Let Us Be True. Winter settles in, a quieting of the scene. Days stretch on without disturbance, only the weather to contend with, people miserable and occupied as they bustle from place to place: “It might as well be evening when you wake, dark as it is! Couldn’t let up for a day, could it now? Miserable out there, truly shite! 8221; Shaking the rain from our jackets, burying our heads against the wind, we move along our way. A Tale Of Midsummer’s Eve. 8221; ...