Tag: Stutt
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Return of the rain
The rain has returned. Outside my window it falls and falls. Gentle, soaking rain. The new green grass (so recently returned) soaks it in. Plants seem to regenerate right there in front of me. Rain means so many different things to different people. It has taken these few months since my return to love rain…
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An afternoon in the forest and worlds half-forgotten
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Anais Nin I spent the afternoon and evening with two old friends. Two friends who I know differently, separately but who have subsequently found each other. It…