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A Drop in the Ocean: March 2011
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A Drop in the Ocean. Wednesday, 30 March 2011. Morvah snaps close-up of sedum at Tol Creeg. Hubble snaps close-up of the Tarantula. Credit NASA, ESA. That's more like it! Mystified today as another salvo arrives with the post. This time, a neatly typed letter from Mrs Landlady, ostensibly formally accepting our notice, full of provocative little demands about how she expects the house to be left:. Following this frosty little request, she goes on to say that she has contacted the builder that I arranged ...
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Sy's Poems : dim light, something
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Thursday, 22 May 2014. Dim light, something. Mum i saw you. Floating up the road. Like a mystic phantom. A dream, deeply sad and. Sometimes I can't stand them. Do they mum,. But then you were real. I knew you were real. When you took me in your arms. When you took me in your arms. Washed over me then. And I could have stayed there forever. Mother i'm still chasing. Guide me to the light. I pray that I might. She came to realise. She came to realise. View my complete profile. Give it up, giving them up.
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Sy's Poems : you spoke
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Monday, 2 June 2014. I thought the cracks. In your voice might. And a crater would form,. You would be unable to say. Then you would be left. You would be left. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. Sys Prints (& Stuff). Stargazing in Lahore: An Overview. Musings of a Restless Soul. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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A Drop in the Ocean: December 2011
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A Drop in the Ocean. Saturday, 31 December 2011. Wishing you all the very best for 2012 Morvah xxx. Friday, 23 December 2011. Blessings to the Gardener. Blessings to the gardener. Who turns his back to the rain,. Who bends his knee to soil and stone,. Whose quiet hands,. Cracked and black with juices. Whose master is daylight,. Whom the moon allows,. Who searches the skies,. Whose hunger tells the time. Whose blade is sharp. Who knows a spell. For every blight and blow,. Whose work folk attribute to God,.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): A Night Walk in the Village of Iffley
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Sunday, 26 July 2015. A Night Walk in the Village of Iffley. A night wander by the river. Under the crescent moon. Past the lock keepers house. The stars came out too soon. The willows danced a sad dance. The shadow glanced a sad glance. Inside a too still boat. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): Bird Drawings
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Sunday, 26 July 2015. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. The monsoon rains came down heavy, and tropical and wet as I traversed the borders of tooting and streatham the roads became streams and i couldn't stop laug. Musings of a Restless Soul. This Fine Social Scene. Purple Fields, Shoreham.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): where city meets sky
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Sunday, 2 August 2015. Where city meets sky. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. The monsoon rains came down heavy, and tropical and wet as I traversed the borders of tooting and streatham the roads became streams and i couldn't stop laug. Musings of a Restless Soul. Dream within a dream within a dream.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): Secret Gardens (sssh)
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Sunday, 2 August 2015. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. The monsoon rains came down heavy, and tropical and wet as I traversed the borders of tooting and streatham the roads became streams and i couldn't stop laug. Musings of a Restless Soul. Dream within a dream within a dream. BLUE, BLUE BLUE.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): that crypt- life
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Monday, 10 August 2015. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. The monsoon rains came down heavy, and tropical and wet as I traversed the borders of tooting and streatham the roads became streams and i couldn't stop laug. Musings of a Restless Soul. Dream within a dream within a dream. BLUE, BLUE BLUE.
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Sy's Prints (& Stuff): Purple Fields, Shoreham
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Sys Prints (& Stuff). Through photography, film and writing I try to capture the ethereal qualities of everyday community life in Britain. Sunday, 26 July 2015. Purple Fields, Shoreham. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world below.'. View my complete profile. The monsoon rains came down heavy, and tropical and wet as I traversed the borders of tooting and streatham the roads became streams and i couldn't stop laug. Musings of a Restless Soul. This Fine Social Scene.
