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The stave of memory.
** Outside, the Ontario landscape is bathed in that silvery light that only the north can provide. Over the past seventeen years, I have come to realise that Canada’s silence…
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From the Fog to the Frost.
From the Fog to the Frost. I was born in the mid-1950s in Monte Carmelo, a small village nestled in the emerald folds of Cordero, Táchira. In those days, life in the…
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The Breath of Chlorophyll.
** Although we miss the regular updates and weekly round-up of our beloved Silver Bloggers’ initiatives, the spirit of this community continues to thrive in each of our…
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An object from my childhood that still works.
** It's been four weeks since our beloved Silver Bloggers community published Initiative #48… While I eagerly await #49, I didn't want to remain idle, so I decided to review…
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Between algorithms, Calder’s clouds and unreachable stars.
** It’s been two weeks since our beloved Silver Bloggers community published the latest #48 initiative… Whilst I eagerly await number 49, I didn’t want to sit idly by, so I’ve…
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Before they put up the railings.
** Today is Thursday, and silence has taken the place of routine. The Silver Bloggers community’s Monday initiative hasn’t materialised, and week 49 seems to have vanished…
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Pages, shadows and the art of letting go.
** They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but in my case, my eyes decided to tell a different story from a very early age. My vision, limited by biology but expanded by…
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From the romance of the phone booth to the silence of a chat room.
** To be born in Venezuela in the 1950s was to witness a country transforming at the pace of oil and modernity. For those of us who have crossed the six-decade mark, the very…
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** Since I emigrated to Canada in 2010, my palate has grown accustomed to other wonderful flavours, other textures and, above all, to the nostalgia of empty chairs at…
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How to escape from my refuge!
How to escape from my refuge! Escape?... The question strikes me like a bolt from the blue. Whilst other children of my generation, back in the 1960s, no doubt fantasised…