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It was only when, I had snuggled deep down into my duvet that wonderful memories swiftly passed through my mind. Even though the memories w
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Glaring at the wall, Rachel sat up and spun to the side to put her feet on the floor right before a migrane hit her hard. Oh, what a thing,
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A while ago while I was still at primary school- elementary school to you americans- we used to play a game called "boys catching girls". Pretty simple rules really, the boys ran around behind the girls and tried to catch the
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“Oh, and Lily?” “Yeah, Rachie?”
“Don’t break your promise.”
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Sister Scholastica walked slowly from the church along the cloister and paused by the wall. The sun was warm; birds were singing from the mulberry tree in the cloister garth. Shrove Tuesday. Pancakes. Sister Benedict mentione
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Afternoon sun touched the cloister garth. The office of None had just completed. Sister Teresa walked slowly down the cloister from the church, letting her failing eyesight search for the opening to the garth. Heard the clink
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Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking passed the refectory, touchin
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Blessed art thou amongst women. Sister Teresa closed the book. Brushed hand across book cover dispersing dust and thoughts. And blessed is the fruit…She lowered her hands to her stomach and tapped three times. Empty tomb; emp
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Sister Teresa put down the pen. Eyes searched page. White and black. Scribbled words. Meaning there some where amongst the lines, she mused. Bell rang from bell tower. Echoed around cell. Closed her eyes. Held hands together.
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“My art is my god,” said George. “My easel is my altar, my brushes and oils the body and blood of my soul. Turpentine is in my skin and clo
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I remember your laugh. It’s so different, and makes me giggle, myself. But I love it. I remember your smile. I remember how it would
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This is about a precious memory that is lost in a sea of none important and bad memories and the poor little thing is being forgotten there
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+++ The Apparition Man - part 110 +++
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Journal1 / Sunday, September 25, 20052 / The Sale gave me pause for thought. My cousin, Terri, was preparing to relocate in another part o
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“Now’s the Season” are the words heard from that age old song1 / Time of giving, sharing feasting, trimming trees with lights2 / Cards and letters filled with news t
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