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Sated …
Laying atop her crumpled sheet Unbridled passion, intense heat. Muted memories of moments passed, Of sexual marathons, that seemed to last. Closing her eyes, her mind did race, Fingers aflutter, and thoughts entwined. Leather, silk and finest lace, Lashed together, the softest bind. Voracious appetite, she dreamt once more, Of her inner temptress, her lioness…
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Gary Galah’s growing up …
This is a first draft of a children’s picture storybook. It is part of a series of picture books aimed at helping parents discuss serious social issues with young kids. Gary Galah closed his sad tired eyes, They’d hidden so much, his clever disguise. He pretended to be happy, and so full of spark, Yet…
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Night Sky … an example of my son’s work …
Here is an example of my very unique son’s writing style …. It’s not for the faint hearted. Hopefully it resonates with those who enjoy complex literary works …. Oh & those who don’t mind a comma or two (dozen) Night Sky A mind afflicted with the fascination of the aberrant questioned, a mind forever…
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Attitude of Gratitude … Musings
I’ve had a big week at work, with a team building and planning day, hosting and facilitating the final of 4 large Zoom meetings, as well as working with my usual clients, and taking on new cases. Rewarding, challenging and exhausting. However, I am grateful that I have a good profession, and can humbly say…
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Monday morning breakfast- gluten free and vegan
Waking up on a sun drenched Monday public holiday, I was chased by two very separate thoughts, either sleep in or get up and do some baking. Obviously, with the incessant “mum please get up and make me breakfast” ringing through the otherwise quiet air, I chose to wake up and throw myself into making…
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The little things
Today, I enjoyed the simple things, stepping away from technology, and heading out into the gloriously warmish-sundrenched winter’s day. With a sense of spontaneity we headed out to several Orchards scattered along the North Western outskirts of Sydney. Incredibly lush semi-rural land, with sweeping panorama views, all the way to the Blue Mountains. The winter’s…
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Dear Dad
I just want to share an image of my father, Anthony (of Tony) he passed away almost 3 years ago, and I have written quite a lot about him, but have always struggled to share photos and images of him. The final image I had of him, was holding his head in my hands as…
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The Unfurling …
Thrust violently from the warmth of a mother’s womb. Unfurling, time ravaged childhood with embryonic dreams, fears and aspirations. Time passes, seedling awakens to possibilities. Possibilities awaken to unimaginable dreams. The once violent expulsion, nothing more than an integral step in the journey of life … the awakening, the unfurling and the becoming. Each step,…
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Trapped …
She sat alone, dissatisfied and disillusioned. Her body slumped down low in her chair, as if the weight of the world had slowly crushed her, until what remained was an empty shell of the women she’d once been. As she typed, her tears cascaded over her gaunt face, years of emotional self-neglect had taken a…
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Pragmatic Dreamer
Pragmatic weaver, Untethered dreamer … The one and the same, No regrets no shame … I am, all that I could be, Everything and nothing, both bound and free. I am captive and captor, I hold the key … No excuses needed … It’s my undeniable choice, To cower apologetically, or valiantly raise my voice……
Selectively Juggling
Learning to selectively juggle to avoid the chaos and struggle
Selectively Juggling 