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Spit Polishing

August 21, 2008 by  
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When I was younger, I learnt the art of spit polishing shoes. It’s an exacting art, an all consuming one. There comes with the forward one, backward one swish motion a conscious sense of being lulled into a quieting submission by the sound alone.

A Muse

May 30, 2008 by  
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Pulling up the roman blinds that peer sleepily into my back garden, I come upon the early morning sun kissing *Himself (the Macadamia Nut tree outside my window) on both cheeks, in the warmingly European manner. Left cheek, right cheek and left cheek again.

Posy of Regret

May 12, 2008 by  
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Regret is an anathema to confidence because it puts a dent in it every time. Yesterday was one of those days. Have you ever had a day when (of its own accord) your mind hangs up the “Gone Fishing” sign without so much as a courtesy one of “Back in 5 minutes” too! Regret is

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