𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠.
** 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…
The Silverblogger Chronicles #43 ~ My Journey to Treasure Island
Hello Hello to all Hivians, Silver Bloggers and anyone else reading this. This week's The Silver Bloggers Chronicles -…
My Tactile Journey to Celia and the Grimms.
There are memories that do not enter through the eyes, but remain etched on the fingertips. For many, childhood is a colourful photo album; for me, my first ten years were a…
The Architect of My Dreams.
I close my eyes and the first sound that comes to mind is not the traffic of present-day Caracas—which now lies miles away—but the rhythmic clang of a trowel against the concrete…
My Home P
Good evening friends, I am @sarahbaby, I just joined this group and this is my first time of posting here. Hope I'm welcomed. I grew up in a family of six, my parents and…
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