from behind
the diesel car purred
slowly down the hill
then a pigeon dropped
onto the road and walked around
a bit
a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
pigeons wormhole: all at / once
Plumstead wormhole: 46 Eglinton Hill
walking wormhole: promenade
How do I know what I think until I see what I say? (E.M. Forster)
"Live To Love - Love To Live"
...and other honest observations about daily life
writings, scribblings and other oddments
authentically aligning awareness, feelings and actions
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and touch into the heart of the matter
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Jack of All Trades, Master of 3-ish.
I AM THE FIRE THE WIND AND THE SEA! I only speak truth so you can see.
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Writing by Maggie Highfill Fleming
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
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