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Island Life, Word Birds & Process
It is in fact less than two weeks. It’s eleven days. If I appear calm, dear reader, do not be fooled. This stuff never gets ordinary.
Your moment of SNOW SISTERS snippet.
“The sun starts its slide, falling away into another sea: underworld and oystercatchers and a mackerel sky…
Looking at her hands, she floats in the heat. Blue flowers sprout from her fingers, trail across the snow white paper.
I knew one day I’d be gone too long to go back…”
SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press
Making it up as I go along 
Very close now, Carol! xx (This snippet is extremely intriguing!)
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