Left to our own devices, we’re all perfectly happy at being happy.
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We’ll shake our heads in disbelief and carry on our way.
A good book will be remembered for a lifetime, a poor one will just eat up your time.
If love is not all around, it should be.
Poetry is the quiet friend, always there, never shouty, never wanting to be centre of attention.
The Northern Lights seem to have spread over much of the country – powerful and beautiful in equal measure.
