Then it was getting home to dream of the Caribbean sea, phosphorescent green in the night, the white foam in the wake of the ship, the moon above, slowly gliding across the sky.
and the days and nights slowly drifted by like clouds chasing the moon
Then it was getting home to dream of the Caribbean sea, phosphorescent green in the night, the white foam in the wake of the ship, the moon above, slowly gliding across the sky.
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'Winter Story' by Mirosław Drożdżowski
'Winter Story' by Mirosław Drożdżowski A first take at home of this lovely piece by Mirosław Drożdżowski. Guitar is a Yulong Guo Chamber Concert.…
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First Utility comes back from the justly dead
I seem to have picked up a fight with one of the largest multinational corporations? Yikes. A couple of weeks ago I started receiving envelopes from…
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from the roof tops
One of the many irritating things about this shared-ownership thing was (is!) the fact that it classifies me automatically as riff-raff, in terms of…
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