Sailing Sundays
Every Sunday afternoon, as a young boy, Father would take me out to the hills where we would set our boats to sail on the
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Every Sunday afternoon, as a young boy, Father would take me out to the hills where we would set our boats to sail on the
That’s just great. Milk spurting everywhere. Rain dripping down my face. It has to rain just as soon as I put him to my breast.
Each field looked different, unique with its shape, colour, pattern, and like a carefully crafted patchwork quilt, every piece slotting together to form a united
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