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I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what…
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Sometimes life is like wearing velcro. At least for me it can sometimes feel like it, I dont always know what I’m going to pick up, or what is going to stick. Or the importance of some of those small insignificant moments at the time. Or the way in which one persons journey inspires my…
James Ballantyne 