And the day beat on, and Old Amos told me of horses and trainers and bookmakers and all that...
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) October 24, 2020
And his rough hands gripped the tin mug and his pale eyes looked out across the hills, across the years...
And I know he was thinking about her...
And so was I.
I love the lingering scents of slower days in slower places in Tim's narratives...Just being in the reflective moment can effectively nourish all that we are and can be... https://t.co/zIUdWjshEY
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 24, 2020
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.