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A childhood memory

I don’t remember much from the times before my age attained double figures. But I see mangos, large, oval shaped, with a projection like a parrot’s beak at one end. Parrot mangoes. An obvious name. I can still smell them; I can still taste them. But it is the tree that stands out in my […]

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A difficult friendship

A difficult friendship

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The Miller and the Brook

I once heard a piece of music that bowled me over. It was a song written over two hundred years ago. It featured a baritone voice and a piano. It was sung in German. It was called Der muller und der bach (the miller and the brook). I didn’t understand the words. I didn’t need […]

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Baring my soul

I harbour a self-perception that I have no dark, subterranean forces simmering within me. You know the sort of forces, buried deep most of the time, but, triggered by a provocation, manifesting in a sudden, hot, volcanic eruption or a cold act of revenge. I once mentioned at work that my darkest forces were no […]

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