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Monthly Archives: June 2015
The Alchemist
The alchemist makes magic happen. She doesn’t follow a recipe any more than she adheres to scientific certainty; rather she channels her intuition and surrenders to impulse. She feels her way through, trusting her instincts and her union with … Continue reading
Dawn
Dawn How long before dawn? We have an hour or so! How long exactly? Sixty eight minutes. Sixty eight minutes. What will happen then? Will you fade as the dawn creeps in through the window and the first rays of … Continue reading
Ham and Wry
‘Is that him?’ Emily asked her mother with a degree of trepidation as they watched an old man trundle up the path in the direction of the house. ‘Yes, I believe it is,’ said Emily’s mother. The old man wore … Continue reading
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