writing
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This month was a little slow. I struggled with my fatigue and I was ill for a couple of weeks. In some ways, this left me with more reading time, which was nice, but I was hardly able to do much else. I didn’t watch any films this month, including any for the film challenge,
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This has been a very quiet month, what with various retrogrades and eclipse season coming up. It’s also been quiet because I’ve been doing paid work. This is the first month I’ve been working properly since taking sick leave, so it’s been really interesting to see how I’ve fared and what’s starting to look like
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And yet, among this infinity of time and space, my path crossed with Bonnie’s and she was right there beside me. And dear Lord, in that very moment, I loved her.
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Hello, everyone! I hope you’ve been enjoying the delights of summer. This time, I’ll be covering the past few months, as I haven’t been posting very regularly. This was mainly due to being busy, as well as having a dip in my fatigue. Since May, I’ve been away twice and another one of those weeks
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Hello, my loves! I haven’t been very active recently, due to my health, but I had an idea to send out updates on all that I’m doing.
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He sobbed. Kneeling on the dusty tiles, almost as if he were praying. The cream of his suit marked with the dirt. His chest wracked with grief, with regret. With penitence as he asked God to forgive him.
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She asked did I not want to be kissed whole-heartedly and improperly by someone, not even once? I said I could not imagine it, though I could not prevent myself from ignoring my own advice and conjured many images to my mind of this very thing.
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Uncle Tom’s Cabin follows the life of a slave named Tom after he is auctioned to save his owner’s estate from debt. Passing through kindly households to the depraved plantations of the American South, the evils of slavery are revealed and explored.
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From below came the slightest whimper of pain, a small indication of the agony he was in. She had been considerate. In her own way. Injecting him till his cries were no louder than a sigh, a soft weeping into the still, cold air.
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Seven women stand in shock in a seedy hotel room; a man’s severed head sits in the centre of the floor. Each of the women – the wife, the teenager, the ex, the journalist, the colleague, the friend, and the woman who raised him – has a very good reason to have done it, yet…
T.M. Hanson 