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Potential Diary Date 8th May 2021 Today, the world is a canvas. It feels yellow. Despite this the sky is Wedgewood blue, cloudless,...

Can this be the sum of a life? Of what is left? A box? Just a box? Just a box. My mum, one Janis Boon, born 1964, wife and mother now...

Dawn Lippiatt, Diary date 8th May 2020 Yellow - a comparison Today, the world is a canvas. It feels yellow. Despite this the sky is...

In his lair there is a chair that Mindy always sits She has no choice, she has no voice a chaired bear with no wish "It's there! Or...

The Great White Mother waits for her monthly cycle to begin. She lives, never to see the sun set, but carries the memory it in a little...

Crow is beautiful, shiny and black. At least she was before the bleach attack. For now Crow’s feathers are as white as snow, White is the...

It started by accident on that day. - that terrible, terrible day. Funny, she recalled, that while everything else had ended, this is...

THERE AND THEN Sawasdee ka, Sawasdee ka Sawasdee ka! Good morning, good morning, good morning! It’s a new day in Chiang Mai. I lie awake...