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…
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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…
If time were a thread: The December I would change to save a life.
The question posed to us by the Silver Bloggers community this week has struck me like a distant yet persistent echo. Would you like to be able to relive moments from your past…
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