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Not in any way a last resort
Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading
“… Sharing a park bench quietly?”
A park bench. Two old men, ‘lost in their overcoats’. And two young men, Simon and Garfunkel, perceptive enough in their mid-twenties to understand the importance of that friendship – and that bench. ’How terribly strange,’ they sang, ‘to be … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 