SAD

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just feel so depressed.” Marion sighed deeply and looked outside at the rain. “Perhaps you need to go to your GP, you may need something to help you.” Her husband replied. “Maybe,” Marion replied, “I’ll ring tomorrow for an appointment. The next day, the sun came out and walking their dog, Marion felt better, almost uplifted. Turning her face up towards the sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun.  She forgot about ringing the doctors.  Putting the washing out on the line, and watching the breeze move the sheets, she felt quite positive and upbeat. November brought endless grey days, cold winds and dark evenings.  Marion’s depression reared its ugly head again.  She finally gave in and rang the surgery. Armed with an appointment for later that week, she felt that at least she was doing something about it. Sitting in the waiting room, she went through what she wanted to tell her Doctor, feeling a little nervous...
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Age and Youth

We always say that we wish that we had eyes in the back of our head, in order to see behind us and in front simultaneously. Parents, particularly would like this ability, to be aware of their children’s misdemeanours or even their good behaviour. To be able to see both the future and the past, at the same time, is a frightening thought. Watching my elderly mother interacting with my son, both determined to misbehave, both conducting themselves as naughty, little children.  Giggling at the same silly jokes and trying hard not to let me in to their world of mischievousness.  Finding Tom and Jerry hilarious, watching the unfortunate make fools of themselves on You’ve been Framed, both in hysterics at the sheer slapstick humour. For some reason my mother disliked the French, and once while watching a basketball game between our local team and some French boys, she became quite vocal and started to shout not quite obscenities, but enough to embarrass me. ...
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Of winds and Place

Many of men on the ocean need the winds Even for us men of land, which we use it to grind Avena to oats, wheat to flour, for us to flourish Keeping us fed and well nourished   Winds lead to places far often Though lend its strength to soften With the strong milling Given the miller is willing   The Fief blooms, a place of plenty now With wheat, sheep, pig and cow Men watching over their ‘stock and flock Watered with the water of the loch   Ye men of faith visit the parish Aches and thoughts of work vanish...
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Survivors

Walking is our only means of transport, now.  This means that our boundaries are much tighter than ever.  If we discuss travel, we simply propose the distance we can travel, by foot, between sunrise and sunset. Families are spread out so much, these days, unlike before when your children would live in the same village, they were born in. Food and other necessities have to be local, as there is no system for transporting goods around the country.  This makes our lives simpler and less demanding.  As long as we have food to eat, wood to burn, water to drink and air to breathe, we are content. Our horizons are just that, naïve and uncomplicated.  If you can’t see it, it isn’t there, if you can’t touch it, it doesn’t exist.  If you can survive without it, you didn’t need it in the first place. We have brought back our compassion for the community, caring for those less fortunate than ourselves and who are...
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Bellissimo Beau

When she checked into the hotel in Rome, Saffia was excited at the prospect of exploring the beautiful city and soaking up the atmosphere of its romance and history. She was glad that the concierge spoke fluent English, as her grasp of Italian stopped at ciao and grazie.  The fattorino showed her to her room and placed her luggage carefully inside, she thanked him and gave what she thought was appropriate as a tip, along with a whispered ‘grazie’, just in case her pronunciation was bad. She ordered room service from the concierge and went to bed early, determined to rise early and begin her adventure in Rome. Dressing carefully for a day in the heat of Italy, loose, linen, lilac slacks, flat leather sandals and a flowing cotton kaftan in a pretty shade of turquoise.  Hair tied up casually in loose chignon, simple silver drop-earrings and several silver bangles finished her look. When she entered the dining room, several heads turned and the...
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Limericks about the importance of poetry in a foreign language

Once a poem was written by Goethe On a subject he shouldn’t have ought’a Translated, lost its soul And became very droll And made Goethe a little bit fraught’a   I once wrote a poem in French About a young big buxom wench She found a young beau And he made her glow On the cold wooden church bench   I was asked to translate a poem By someone, but I didn’t know him It didn’t make sense And I became tense So, decided that I wouldn’t show him...
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The sun and a life

It’s dark outside, and I lie in my bed, looking up at the ceiling with only the gentle light of the digital clock lighting up the room and, enough for me to lift myself into a sitting position.   “It’s 8pm” I mutter to myself quietly, rubbing my eyes as I begin to rouse fully from my sleep. Without thinking, I stand and begin to apply deodorant and dress myself in my work clothing, a suit with a black shirt and tie and an armband with my security armband. I head into the next room and pour myself some cereal and a coffee for break-... Can this even be called breakfast? Whatever. I finish it and leave.   If it’s not obvious yet, I am security guard. I work at a fairly large warehouse, one of 5, 2 in the day, 3 in the evening. I pull in just as my co-worker does. We both greet each other in a familiar fashion, but we...
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From Sunrise to Sunset

He had to get up the earliest.  His job, to look after the camels, meant that he had to go to the well to fetch gallons of water for them and then move bales of wheat and grass over to their paddock. It was hard work and although his age was barely in double figures, he took his responsibilities very seriously.  To be fair, if he didn’t, it would mean that his father would punish him and he avoided that at all costs. On his way to the well, carrying the large skins for the water, he dreaded the next few hours.  When he arrived, he used the shaduf to transfer the water from the well to his skins.  Then, with one skin over each shoulder he trudged back to the camels, water dripping behind him.  Pouring the water, carefully into the camel’s water trough, he undertook the journey back to the well again. On his way back, he looked ahead of him...
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Why don’t they (The sun and moon) fall?

This depends on the person you ask, especially with different beliefs. You can ask a scientist and he’ll explain the theory of gravity. You can ask a flat-earther and they’ll explain that the sun somehow affects certain parts of the planet at a time and other questionable theories. You can ask a religious person and they’ll likely say what the scientist says, but that it is in god’s will that it be so. Repeat this for most religions unless they have specifically defined it or aren’t monotheistic.   Buddhism does somewhat mention it in its more esoteric tantras, I imagine this is true for most religions, whether that be Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Taoism. etc. But likely both the moon and sun are mentioned somewhere or represent something within that religion. I imagine the asiatic religions as they seem to like to represent certain things or even gods using certain imagery or items, as large as the moon or as simple as...
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Sun Rise, Sun Fall

Looking east, over the sea towards the horizon.  A tiny glimmer of orange light appears, in seconds. the glimmer becomes a ray.  Orange turns yellow and spreads out across the horizon.  The shape of the sun appears, golden and glorious, spreading brightness across the sky. The birds have been singing for half an hour previous to this, but stay quiet while the day dawns.  As if in respect for the occasion, like it was a special occurrence, not something that happened every day. In a few minutes the sun stands proudly on the line between the sky and the sea, telling the world it has arrived.  Shining it’s wonderful, life-giving properties over the sea.  Twinkling, tiny lights move across the water, sparkling and flickering amid the waves. The sun rises above the horizon, starting its journey to the summit and now warming the earth and its inhabitants.  Fully grown up and fulfilling its purpose, giving light and life to the world.  A time...
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