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Tangible

  “All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.” Edgar Allan Poe¬† In a previous post, “No Recipe”, I wrote about a neighbour (whom I did not name) in our building who asked me a … Continue reading

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No Recipe

There is no recipe when walking down a dusty road along the Rio Cuale, looking up and seeing both an orange plastic pumpkin and a jolly red Santa figure side by side on a rooftop. They were a colourful reminder … Continue reading

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