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love is a hammock
rocked in a hospital ward
all night till morning
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sun sea sheep shadows
the old black mill on the hill
love is a pathway
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a pen in his hand
memories of those daffodils
love is poetry
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photo in a frame
his eyes mirror everything
love is memory
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love is a retreat
dreaming in Kipling’s Garden
the hum of the bees
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kove is kind service
talking taking tea with friends
cupcakes pink icing
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Notes
Sometimes I write a fragment on a daily basis just to keep me going. The winter down here is never my favourite time of year and it gets more difficult to deal with as one gets older. Writing, painting, blogging and soon film making again, is for me a godsend.
The first fragment refers to the amazing post-operative care I had when in hospital many moons ago. I had gone on my first holiday with my now long term partner to Venice, the children happily in the company of their grandparents.
It was on our first day sightseeing when my back collapsed! So there I lay on a wall in St Marks Square groaning.
Later it transpired that three or was it four discs in my back had collapsed, (partly I suspect due to years of manipulating marionettes and putting up theatres). I was flown back to hospital that night!
It was many months before I could get back to work and then with a heavy corset, adaptations to my car etc. Years of mind over matter helped but the memory of waking up in that hammock never left me.
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On Fri, Feb 12, 2016 at 1:52 AM, Ann Perrin wrote:
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