Light through the leaves
Not long ago, over the phone my mother lamented with a laugh that the tree that split in a recent […]
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A cold and broken hallelujah
Every year my mother takes great delight in ‘changing the clocks’, because rather than fuss with the hands on the
Keep turning it ’til it fits
When I was quite young I had a puzzle of Bert and Ernie that I really liked. It was a
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A Mouse in the House
Dear Mice – You have to admit, we had a good thing going for while, with you not making yourselves
