Flamboyant trees blaze down the central avenue
past the Clock Tower and the Man Unchained
to the last point of Revolution 5th June
and the tuna packing station.
We could never tire of the bliss
of reliable sunshine
the sound of surf on coral reef
undersea fantasia
nor lose appetite for life in paradise
despite the irritation
of disclosure of the latest idiocy
of jumbled politics.
Anse Baleine, where we lived and worked for two unforgettable years,
in Seychelles
Beautiful write for a beautiful place, Viv.
Love,
Pamela ox
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Wonderful wordling!
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I love your penchant for taking these Wordles and translating them as if you had created the pattern instead of using it.
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Wow! That’s quite a place to work, Viv 🙂 Were you teaching?
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Yes, I taught Commerce at the Polytechnic. It was gorgeous, and we finished work by 2pm and were diving from our boat by 2.30!
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That’s the life! 🙂 Happy memories, Viv.
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How lovely–I didn’t even notice the words since you blended them in so seamlessly!
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Excellent sound! I enjoyed this.
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I don’t think I could tire of that bliss either…sometimes you have to put up with a few things to reap the benefits…sigh..can I come and visit!
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Yes of course you can, but we’re no longer there: we’re in rural Normandy, half an hour’s drive from the sea.
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