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Effort & View

Black Mountain Ridge sweeps down to quiet Olchon valley – dead end, springing to life! ‘Our path’s up there.’ “Oh! maybe we’ll have lunch half way up...
Cherry

AS* eye-contact progress

[age about 5 ]: I cannot catch his glance, his eye – I wonder why? … and the day the day-old father met his daughter‘s gaze in a hand-held head.
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Love … protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] … And show that you really believe that it’s possible they could reach a bit better standard of loving …

What Dreams?

His megalomanic dreams of power … Her dreams of fame … He dreamed of usefulness … they softly trod
Cherry

Remoteness Day and Night

High above Rhossili beach* – dramatic, wide expanse of sand … far from the nearest city glow … the dazzle of the jewelled night.

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