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One Step for Man

With that ever encroaching coastal storm drawing nearer, heavy grey clouds press against the horizon and billow across the sky in a great stretch. This paints the horizon as one single grey entity, a haze webbing the two. That haze envelops the distant headlands, pulling land, sea and sky into an embrace which highlights the…… Continue reading One Step for Man

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Rain as a Romantic Event

It is raining. It’s nice. Everybody likes rain. It sounds like music, it smells like beginnings. Ask anyone their favourite smells and they’ll tell you, “Rain,” along with “Cut grass, freshly ground coffee beans, old books…” The ever growing argumentative part of me wants to dispute the romanticism associated with rain. It’s water falling from…… Continue reading Rain as a Romantic Event