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Most days, my light burns low. Not extinguished, not gone, just reduced to a thin orange thread stubbornly surviving beneath the ash. It has been a long time since I had enough fuel to keep the fire bright. Then, without warning, people appear carrying light of their own. Some arrive with dimmed embers like mine,…
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There is a familiar saying that people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I understand the sentiment and I even believe it. Some people arrive quietly and stay only a little while. Others settle themselves into the landscape of our lives so completely that eventually we cannot remember what…
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There’s something so calming and comforting about having a glass of hot blackcurrant cordial when you’re sick. It was one of the things my maternal grandmother would give me if I was unwell and she was charged with looking after me for the day. As much as I didn’t like her when I was younger,…
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[Excerpt] “You’re a baby.”“I’m 42.”“Like I said; a baby.”“I like older women.”“Not as old as me.”
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[Excerpt] “Don’t.” I shook my head, refusing to meet his gaze. Instead I watched his fingers dance along my arm as they traced over the thin lines of the tattoo. “Don’t what?” His voice was a sultry purr that unnerved me. “Issie?” He was closer now, so near that his breath whispered over my cheek.…
