Archives for the month of: December, 2018

Retracing my steps –

Make it down to the river ~

Different person.

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Against all the odds –

Assaulted from many sides ~

A winter blossom.

Rain, then stormy wind –

Handy and tricky in turn ~

Folding tarpaulins.

Home late from the trip –

Dragging suit and self inside ~

Warm hug from the Boy.

Passing Joyce Tower –

A quartile on the way home ~

Across Dublin’s range.

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