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Feel the morning

I wake in the dawn to the sound of lapping water and the pungent scent of river mud.  I stick my head out of the tent flap to watch the peaceful Thames.  A hatch of midges dances, erratically catching the … Continue reading

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Dear Elaine

 self-portrait by Elaine de Kooming Your self-portrait aroused my sympathy.  The way you are perched on the edge of that most uncomfortable chair will do irreparable damage to your spine.    Do you want to end up in constant pain?  Your crossed … Continue reading

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