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Hope in a dark tunnel

It's a grey, drizzly and sunless day, officially barely twenty degrees, though the air is warm and humid, and I'm still wearing thin summer clothes. Indoors, the thermostat in our house only fell to twenty-five at around midday, with little sign of it going any lower, at least until night-time. Such is the strength and intensity of the residual heat from last week's record-breaking mini-heatwave, which peaked on Thursday, before breaking into cooling storms.

Tea with Nina Simone

There is a sound…a sound that opens my being and inhabits my bones for a while…and when that sound…meets a mood…and that mood meets a way to write…the lines fall out a certain way…like a picture of what I feel.  

Tea with Nina Simone

There is a sound...a sound that opens my being and inhabits my bones for a while...and when that sound...meets a mood...and that mood meets a way to write...the lines fall out a certain way...like a picture of what I feel.  

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