Tag: writing
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Blue Train #23
I woke early before the dawn. First train. It’s quiet. Beat the commuters. I’m travelling. Moving. Through the Scottish countryside. Through the minutes, hours. The day. Sun comes up. Splits the clear blue winter sky. Darkness slips away. The day holds promise. Purpose. I press…
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Proof of Life
Took a walk in the winter sun. The cold air stings your lungs. The cough is proof of life. The streets are quiet, but the gyms are busy. Folk still got Christmas trees up, lights shining through the windows. A few casualties still making their…
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Purpose
I’m not there yet.I’ve still got miles to go. But now I’m moving, with purpose, in the right direction. (Copyright Paul Andrew Sneddon)
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Christmas Flu
Everyone in my house had the Christmas Flu last year. It’s cold outside, minus three,but my temperature’s busting the mercury,flu at Christmas, what’s the chances,no mistletoe and no dances. Family is on the way, turn the car around,feel like I’m six feet underground.I’d love to…
